We Will Meet; And There

Pastime Passing Excellent, If It He Husbanded With Modesty.

O, Let My Books Be Then The Eloquence And Dumb Presagers Of My Speaking Breast, Who Plead For Love, And Look For Recompense, More Than That Tongue That More Hath More Expressed.

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

We Are Not Ourselves When Nature, Being Oppressed, Commands The Mind To Suffer With The Body.