Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make

Refrain To-night; And That Shall Lend A Kind Of Easiness To The Next Abstinence, The Next More Easy; For Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature, And Either Master The Devil Or Throw Him Out With Wondrous Potency.

I Never See Thy Face But I Think Upon Hell-fire.

My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy Behind.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.