Men Should Be What They

I Would Fain Die A Dry Death.

I'll Be At Charges For A Looking-glass And Entertain A Score Or Two Of Tailors To Study Fashions To Adorn My Body: Since I Am Crept In Favor With Myself, I Will Maintain It With Some Little Cost.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.

Wolves And Bears, They Say, Casting Their Savagery Aside, Have Done Like Offices Of Pity.

Time Is A Very Bankrupt And Owes More Than He's Worth To Season. Nay, He's A Thief Too: Have You Not Heard Men Say, That Time Comes Stealing On By Night And Day?