Mercy Is Not Itself, That Oft Looks

It Is My Soul That Calls Upon My Name; How Silver-sweet Sound Lovers' Tongues By Night, Like Softest Music To Attending Ears! -romeo

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!

O, What A World Of Vile Ill-favored Faults, Looks Handsome In Three Hundred Pounds A Year!

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks

Have Not Saints Lips, And Holy Palmers Too Ay, Pilgrim, Lips That They Must Use In Prayer.