Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get.

I Would Give All Of My Fame For A Pot Of Ale And Safety.

My Joy Is Death- Death, At Whose Name I Oft Have Been Afeard, Because I Wish'd This World's Eternity.

Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least Speak Most, To My Capacity.

Come Now, What Masques, What Dances Shall We Have To Wear Away This Long Age Of Three Hours Between Our After-supper And Bedtime?