The Pleasing Punishment That Women Bear.

Make Passionate My Sense Of Hearing.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come. And Let My Liver Rather Heat With Wine, Than My Heart Cool With Mortifying Groans.

When Most I Wink, Then Do My Eyes Best See

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.

I Feel It Gone, Yet Know Not When It Left.