This Is The Very Coinage Of Your

I Have Heard Of Some Kind Of Men That Put Quarrels Purposely On Others, To Taste Their Valor.

The Trust I Have Is In Mine Innocence, And Therefore Am I Bold And Resolute.

And How His Audit Stands Who Knows, Save Heaven?

Sir, The Year Growing Ancient, Not Yet On Summer's Death Nor On The Birth Of Trembling Winter, The Fairest Flowers O' Th' Season Are Our Carnations And Streaked Gillyvors, Which Some Call Nature's Bastards.

While We Lie Tumbling In The Hay.