For Such Things As You, I Can

Words, Vows, Gifts, Tears, And Love's Full Sacrifice, He Offers In Another's Enterprise; But More In Troilus Thousand-fold I See Than In The Glass Of Pandar's Praise May Be, Yet Hold I Off.

Die For Adultery! No: The Wren Goes To't, And The Small Gilded Fly Does Lecher In My Sight

Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

'tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile Esteemed

Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltness Of Time.