I Will Praise Any Man That Will

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.

My Love Is Strengthen'd, Though More Weak In Seeming; I Love Not Less, Though Less The Show Appear: That Love Is Merchandised Whose Rich Esteeming The Owner's Tongue Doth Publish Every Where.

Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.

Promising Is The Very Air O' The Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation.