Take Pains. Be Perfect.

This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love.

And Therefore, — Since I Cannot Prove A Lover, To Entertain These Fair Well-spoken Days, — I Am Determined To Prove A Villain, And Hate The Idle Pleasures Of These Days.

Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.