The Pleasant'st Angling Is To See The

These Flowers Are Like The Pleasures Of The World.

I Must Be Gone And Live, Or Stay And Die.

Art Thou Afeard To Be The Same In Thine Own Act And Valour As Thou Art In Desire? Wouldst Thou Have That Which Thou Esteem'st The Ornament Of Life, And Live A Coward In Thine Own Esteem, Letting 'i Dare Not' Wait Upon 'i Would,' Like The Poor Cat I' The Adage?

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.

Have I Thought Long To See This Morning’s Face, And Doth It Give Me Such A Sight As This?