Faire language grates not the tongue.

Faire language grates not the tongue.

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop read more

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.

But this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.

But this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.

Is it not sheer madness to live poor to die rich?

Is it not sheer madness to live poor to die rich?

The Lame goes as farre as your staggerer.

The Lame goes as farre as your staggerer.

Such a Saint, such an offering.

Such a Saint, such an offering.

A wounded spirit who can bear?

A wounded spirit who can bear?

All men do not admire and delight in the same objects.

All men do not admire and delight in the same objects.

Chuse none for thy servant who have served thy betters.

Chuse none for thy servant who have served thy betters.