Women May Fall When There's No Strength

I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?

These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of The World.

I Will Not Choose What Many Men Desire, Because I Will Not Jump With Common Spirits And Rank Me With The Barbarous Multitudes.

That God Forbid, That Made Me First Your Slave, I Should In Thought Control Your Times Of Pleasure, Or At Your Hand Th' Account Of Hours To Crave, Being Your Vassal Bound To Stay Your Leisure.