I'll Have No Husband, If You Be

My Hands Are Of Your Color, But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White.

Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To Weeds.

O Good Old Man, How Well In Thee Appears The Constant Service Of The Antique World, When Service Sweat For Duty, Not For Meed! Thou Art Not For The Fashion Of These Times, Where None Will Sweat But For Promotion, And Having That Do Choke Their Service Up Even With The Having. . . .

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.

When He Is Best, He Is A Little Worse Than A Man; And When He Is Worst, He Is Little Better Than A Beast.