Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.

Was Ever Woman In This Humour Wooed? Was Ever Woman In This Humour Won?

Away, You Trifler! Love! I Love Thee Not, I Care Not For Thee, Kate: This Is No World To Play With Mammets And To Tilt With Lips: We Must Have Bloody Noses And Cracked Crowns.

How Easy It Is For The Proper-false In Woman's Waxen Hearts To Set Their Forms!

This Senior-junior, Giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid; Regent Of Love-rhymes, Lord Of Folded Arms, The Anointed Sovereign Of Sighs And Groans, Liege Of All Loiterers And Malcontents.