But Thy Eternal Summer Shall

We Must Not Stint Our Necessary Actions In The Fear To Cope Malicious Censurers, Which Ever, As Rav'nous Fishes, Do A Vessel Follow That Is New-trimmed, But Benefit No Further Than Vainly Longing.

I Cannot Speak Your England.

Now, Good Digestion Wait On Appetite, And Health On Both!

A Woman Moved Is Like A Fountain Troubled, Muddy, Ill-seeming, Thick, Bereft Of Beauty.

Discomfort Guides My Tongue And Bids Me Speak Of Nothing But Despair.