The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His

Oh, Thou Did'st Then Ne'er Love So Heartily. If Thou Rememb'rest Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Inot, Thou Has Not Loved. Of If Thou Has't Not Sat As I Do Now, Wearying They Hearer In Thy Mistress's Praise, Thou Has Not Loved. Of If Thou Hast Not Broke From Company Abruptly, As My Passion Now Makes Me, Thou Has Not Loved. (silvius)

There's Hope A Great Man's Memory May Outlive His Life Half A Year.

The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The Daintier Sense.

Nothing 'gainst Times Scythe Can Make Defence.

Thou Seest I Have More Flesh Than Another Man, And Therefore More Frailty.