Is Twenty Hundred Kisses Such A Trouble?

Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes: Some Falls Are Means The Happier To Arise

Ay, But Hearken, Sir; Though The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air, I Am One That Am Nourished By My Victuals, And Would Fain Have Meat.

Bondage Is Hoarse, And May Not Speak Aloud.

Though I Be But Prince Of Wales, Yet I Am The King Of Courtesy.

The Even Mead, That Erst Brought Sweetly Forth The Freckled Cowslip, Burnet, And Green Clover, Wanting The Scythe, All Uncorrected, Rank, Conceives By Idleness, And Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burrs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.