So May I, Blind Fortune

Ingratitude Is Monstrous.

You Kiss By Th' Book.

Say, What Abridgement Have You For This Evening? What Masque, What Music? How Shall We Beguile The Lazy Time If Not With Some Delight?

Constant You Are, But Yet A Woman; And For Secrecy, No Lady Closer; For I Well Believe Thou Wilt Not Utter What Thou Dost Not Know.

Things Past Redress Are Now With Me Past Care