Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

More Matter With Less Art.

Mine Eyes Smell Onions: I Shall Weep Anon.

Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None.

For Youth No Less Becomes The Light And Careless Livery That It Wears, Than Settled Age His Sables, And His Weeds Importing Health And Graveness.