Your Lordship, Though Not Clean Past Your

But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined, Bound In To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.

And, If You Love Me, As I Think You Do, Let's Kiss And Part, For We Have Much To Do

Why, Friends, You Go To Do You Know Not What: Wherein Hath Caesar Thus Deserved Your Loves? Alas, You Know Not: I Must Tell You Then: You Have Forgot The Will I Told You Of. . . . . Here Is The Will, And Under Caesar's Seal. To Every Roman Citizen He Gives, To Every Several Man, Seventy-five Drachmas. . . . . Moreover, He Hath Left You All His Walks, His Private Arbours And New-planted Orchards, On This Side Tiber; He Hath Left Them You, And To Your Heirs For Ever, Common Pleasures, To Walk Abroad, And Recreate Yourselves. Here Was A Caesar! When Comes Such Another?