Glory Grows Guilty Of Detested Crimes.

I Cannot Speak Your England.

How Hard It Is To Hide The Sparks Of Nature!

An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To Speak For Himself, When A Knave Is Not.

Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come.

Lord, I Could Not Endure A Husband With A Beard On His Face! I Had Rather Lie In The Woolen.