Get Thee A Good Husband, And Use

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.

Your "if" Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In "if.

The Blood Weeps From My Heart When I Do Shape, In Forms Imaginary, Th' Unguided Days And Rotten Times That You Shall Look Upon When I Am Sleeping With My Ancestors.

Now The Melancholy Of God Protect Thee, And The Tailor Make Thy Doublet Of Changable Taffata, For Thy Mind Is A Very Opal. I Would Have Men Of Such Constancy Put To Sea, That Their Business Might Be Everything, And Their Intent Everywhere, For That's It, That Always Makes A Good Voyage Of Nothing.

Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.