Thy Wit Is A Very

I Am A Kind Of Burr; I Shall Stick.

My Thoughts Are Whirled Like A Potter's Wheel; I Know Not Where I Am Nor What I Do.

Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind, And Therefore Is Winged Cupid Painted Blind.

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

I Do Know Of These That Therefore Only Are Reputed Wise For Saying Nothing.