Sweet Mercy Is Nobility's True Badge.

But I, That Am Not Shaped For Sportive Tricks, Nor Made To Court An Amorous Looking-glass; I, That Am Rudely Stamped, And Want Love's Majesty To Strut Before A Wanton Ambling Nymph.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives.

I Have Pursued Her, As Love Hath Pursued Me

How Sometimes Nature Will Betray Its Folly, Its Tenderness, And Make Itself A Pastime To Harder Bosoms!

Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry.