It Is Great To Do That Thing

O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our Loves, To Seal Our Happiness With Hteir Consents!

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.

But Most It Is Presumption In Us When The Help Of Heaven We Count The Act Of Men.

It May Do Good; Pride Hath No Other Glass To Show Itself But Pride, For Supple Knees Feed Arrogance And Are The Proud Man's Fees.

I Am Not Prone To Weeping As Our Sex Commonly Are; The Want Of Which Vain Dew Perchance Shall Dry Your Pities; But I Have That Honorable Grief Lodged Here Which Burns Worse Than Tears Drown.