Better Three Hours Too Soon

I Hold Him But A Fool That Will Endanger His Body For A Girl That Loves Him Not.

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

I Am Such A Tender Ass, If My Hair Do But Tickle Me, I Must Scratch.

He Says, He Loves My Daughter; I Think So Too; For Never Gaz'd The Moon Upon The Water, As He'll Stand And Read, As 'twere, My Daughter's Eyes: And, To Be Plain, I Think, There Is Not Half A Kiss To Choose, Who Loves Another Best.

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.