O, I Do Not Like That Paying

For Oaths Are Straws, Men's Faiths Are Wafer-cakes, And Hold-fast Is The Only Dog.

Manhood Is Melted Into Courtesies, Valor Into Compliment, And Men Are Only Turned Into Tongue, And Trim Ones, Too.

My Brain More Busy Than The Labouring Spider Weaves Tedious Snares To Trap Mine Enemies.

Very Good Orators, When They Are Out, They Will Spit; And For Lovers, Lacking--god Warn Us!--matter, The Cleanliest Shift Is To Kiss.

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.