Let Him Smell His Way To Dover!

O Powerful Love, That In Some Respects Makes A Beast A Man, In Some Other, A Man A Beast.

And Do So, Love, Yet When They Have Devised What Strainèd Touches Rhetoric Can Lend, Thou, Truly Fair, Wert Truly Sympathized In True Plain Words By Thy True-telling Friend; And Their Gross Painting Might Be Better Used Where Cheeks Need Blood; In Thee It Is Abused.

The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing.

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love, The Matron's Glance That Would Those Looks Reprove.

Silence Is Only Commendable In A Neat's Tongue Dried, And A Maid Not Vendible.