Lions Make Leopards Tame.

The Old Folk, Time's Doting Chronicles.

For Mercutio's Soul Is But A Little Way Above Our Heads, Staying For Thine To Keep Him Company: Either Thou, Or I, Or Both, Must Go With Him.

I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

At Christmas I No More Desire A Rose Than Wish A Snow In May's New-fangled Mirth; But Like Of Each Thing That In Season Grows.

They Love Least That Let Men Know Their Loves.