Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That

What Infinite Heart's-ease Must Kings Neglect That Private Men Enjoy! And What Have Kings That Privates Have Not Too, Save Ceremony, Save General Ceremony?

Assume A Virtue If You Have It Not.

Hot Lavender, Mints, Savory, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun, And With Him Rise Weeping.

Time, That Takes Survey Of All The World, Must Have A Stop.

I Wish My Horse Had The Speed Of Your Tongue.