I Hope To See London Once Ere

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.

Which Means She To Deceive, Father Or Mother?

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.

We Are Time's Subjects, And Time Bids Be Gone.

Art Thou Afeard To Be The Same In Thine Own Act And Valour As Thou Art In Desire? Wouldst Thou Have That Which Thou Esteem'st The Ornament Of Life, And Live A Coward In Thine Own Esteem, Letting 'i Dare Not' Wait Upon 'i Would,' Like The Poor Cat I' The Adage?