Old Time The Clock-setter.

Have I Thought Long To See This Morning’s Face, And Doth It Give Me Such A Sight As This?

I Think Thy Horse Will Sooner Con An Oration Than Thou Learn A Prayer Without Book.

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell

The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch, And Sweetheart-see, They Bark At Me.