The Elephant Hath Joints, But None For

And Where The Offense Is, Let The Great Axe Fall.

Now, By The World, It Is A Lusty Wench; I Love Her Ten Times More Than E'er I Did: O, How I Long To Have Some Chat With Her!

To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An Office Which The False Man Does Easy.

Nature Hath Meal And Bran, Contempt And Grace.

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.