Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.

Had It Pleas'd Heaven To Try Me With Affliction * * * I Should Have Found In Some Place Of My Soul A Drop Of Patience.

False Face Must Hide What The False Heart Doth Know.

It Is As Easy To Count Atomies As To Resolve The Propositions Of A Lover.

Hath Romeo Slain Himself? Say Thou But Ay, And That Bare Vowel Ay Shall Poison More Than The Death-darting Eye Of Cockatrice. I Am Not I,if There Be Such An Ay, Or Those Eyes Shut,that Make Thee Answer Ay: If He Be Slain Say Ay,or If Not,no: Brief Sounds,determine Of My Weal Or Woe.

Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The Heart Of Woman Is!