An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To

Sir, The Year Growing Ancient, Not Yet On Summer's Death Nor On The Birth Of Trembling Winter, The Fairest Flowers O' Th' Season Are Our Carnations And Streaked Gillyvors, Which Some Call Nature's Bastards.

Let Witchcraft Join With Beauty, Lust With Both!

Ten Masts Make Not The Altitude Which Thou Hast Perpendicularly Fell. Thy Life's A Miracle.

O, She's Warm! If This Be Magic, Let It Be An Art Lawful As Eating.

Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.