More Matter With Less Art.

Some Sins Do Bear Their Privilege On Earth, And So Doth Yours: Your Fault Was Not Your Folly; Needs Must You Lay Your Heart At His Dispose, Subjected Tribute To Commanding Love, Against Whose Fury And Unmatched Force The Aweless Lion Could Not Wage The Fight Nor Keep His Princely Heart From Richard's Hand.

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue.

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

But To My Mind, Though I Am Native Here, And To The Manner Born, It Is A Custom, More Honored In The Breach Than The Observance.