Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

Though Inclination Be As Sharp As Will, My Stronger Guilt Defeats My Strong Intent, And, Like A Man To Double Business Bound, I Stand In Pause Where I Shall First Begin, And Both Neglect.

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

Let's Meet As Little As We Can

You Common Cry Of Curs! Whose Breath I Hate As Reek O' The Rotten Fens, Whose Loves I Prize As The Dead Carcasses Of Unburied Men That Do Corrupt My Air, I Banish You; And Here Remain With Your Uncertainty!

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.