I Dote On His Very Absence.

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

There's Her Cousin, An She Were Not Possessed With A Fury, Exceeds Her As Much In Beauty As The First Of May Doth The Last Of December.

We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.

I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon A Nurse, Too Far In Years To Be A Pupil Now.