I That Please Some, Try All, Both

Full Many A Lady I Have Eyed With Best Regard, And Many A Time Th' Harmony Of Their Tongues Hath Into Bondage Brought My Too Diligent Ear; For Several Virtues Have I Liked Several Women; Never Any With So Full Soul But Some Defect In Her Did Quarrel With The Noblest Grace She Owed, And Put It To The Foil.

The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing.

Then Let Thy Love Be Younger Than Thyself, Or Thy Affection Cannot Hold The Bent.

How Ill White Hairs Become A Fool And Jester!

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.