Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

Who Is Silvia What Is She, That All Our Swains Commend Her Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

Go Wisely And Slowly. Those Who Rush Stumble And Fall.