While We Lie Tumbling In The Hay.

This Man, Lady, Hath Robb'd Many Beasts Of Their Particular Additions: He Is As Valiant As A Lion, Churlish As The Bear, Slow As The Elephant-a Man Into Whom Nature Hath So Crowded Humours That His Valour Is Crush'd Into Folly, His Folly Sauced With Discretion.

O, What Men Dare Do! What Men May Do! What Men Daily Do, Not Knowing What They Do.

This Blessèd Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England This Nurse, This Teeming Womb Of Royal Kings, . . . This Land Of Such Dear Souls, This Dear Dear Land.

We Do Not Keep The Outward Form Of Order, Where There Is Deep Disorder In The Mind.

O, How Full Of Briers Is This Working-day World!