Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange

We Must Follow, Not Force Providence.

There Is No Vice So Simple But Assumes Some Mark Of Virtue On His Outward Parts.

Being Your Slave What Should I Do But Tend, Upon The Hours, And Times Of Your Desire? I Have No Precious Time At All To Spend; Nor Services To Do Till You Require.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.

I Could Be Well Content To Entertain The Lag-end Of My Life With Quiet Hours.