I Cannot Find It In

[to Edward De Vere, Earl Of Oxford, On His Return From Self-imposed Exile, Occasioned By The Embarrassing Flatulence He Had Experienced In The Presence Of The Queen:] My Lord, I Had Forgot The Fart.

I Have No Desire To Make Windows Into Men's Souls.

If I Should Say The Sweetest Speech With The Eloquentest Tongue That Ever Was In Man, I Were Not Able To Express That Restless Care Which I Have Ever Bent To Govern For The Greatest Wealth.

It Is A Natural Virtue Incident To Our Sex To Be Pitiful Of Those That Are Afflicted.

If We Still Advise We Shall Never Do.