I Can See His Pride Peep Through

As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May, And As Gorgeous As The Sun In Midsummer.

I Told You, Sir, They Were Red-hot With Drinking; So Full Of Valor That They Smote The Air, For Breathing In Their Faces, Beat The Ground For Kissing Of Their Feet.

The Eye Sees All, But The Mind Shows Us What We Want To See.

These Cardinals Trifle With Me; I Abhor; This Dilatory Sloth And Tricks Of Rome.

One Woman Is Fair, Yet I Am Well; Another Is Wise, Yet I Am Well; Another Virtuous, Yet I Am Well; But Till All Graces Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace.