As I Love The Name Of Honour

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man

Care I For The Limb, The Thews, The Stature, Bulk, And Big Assemblance Of A Man! Give Me The Spirit.

There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep In The Grave

Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It.

Love Is A Smoke Rais'd With The Fume Of Sighs; Being Purg'd, A Fire Sparkling In Lovers' Eyes; Being Vex'd, A Sea Nourish'd With Lovers' Tears; What Is It Else? A Madness Most Discreet, A Choking Gall, And A Preserving Sweet.