Examine Well Your Blood.

Now Stand You On The Top Of Happy Hours, And Many Maiden Gardens Yet Unset, With Virtuous Wish Would Bear You Living Flowers, Much Liker Than Your Painted Counterfeit: So Should The Lines Of Life That Life Repair Which This, Time's Pencil, Or My Pupil Pen Neither In Inward Worth Nor Outward Fair Can Make You Live Your Self In Eyes Of Men.

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!

I Am But Mad North-north-west. When The Wind Is Southerly, I Know A Hawk From A Handsaw.

There Is No Love-broker In The World Can More Prevail In Man's Commendation With Woman Than Report Of Valor.

To Persevere In Obstinate Condolement Is A Course Of Impious Stubbornness: 'tis Unmanly Grief.