Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity. Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind. Nor Hath Love's Mind Of Any Judgment Taste; Wings And No Eyes Figure Unheedy Haste.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!

...an Old Man Is Twice A Child.