I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling

I Cannot Speak Your England.

That We Would Do We Should Do When We Would, For This 'would' Changes, And Hath Abatements And Delays As Many As There Are Tongues, Are Hands, Are Accidents, And Then This 'should' Is Like A Spendthrift Sigh, That Hurts By Easing.

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.

Come, Go With Us, Speak Fair; You May Salve So, Not What Is Dangerous Present, But The Los Of What Is Past.