My Love Is As A Fever, Longing

Thou Ominous And Fearful Owl Of Death.

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. . . .

Though Justice Be Thy Plea Consider This, That In The Course Of Justice None Of Us Should See Salvation.

You Will Never Age For Me, Nor Fade, Nor Die.

If You Love An Addle Egg As Well As You Love An Idle Head, You Would Eat Chickens I' Th' Shell.