Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In

See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The Spring.

But Clay And Clay Differs In Dignity, Whose Dust Is Both Alike.

But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait For This Fool Gudgeon, This Opinion.

There's Some Ill Planet Reigns: I Must Be Patient Till The Heavens Look With An Aspect More Favourable.

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.