Words, Words, Mere Words, No Matter From

What Should Such Fellows As I Do Crawling Between Earth And Heaven?

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.

A Good Old Man, Sir. He Will Be Talking. As They Say, When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out.

O Helena, Goddess, Nymph, Perfect, Divine! To What, My Love, Shall I Compare Thine Eyne? Crystal Is Muddy. O, How Ripe In Show Thy Lips, Those Kissing Cherries, Tempting Grow!

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!