For By His Face Straight Shall You

O Gentlemen, The Time Of Life Is Short! To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long, If Life Did Ride Upon A Dial's Point, Still Ending At The Arrival Of An Hour.

Let There Be Gall Enough In Thy Ink, Though Thou Write With A Goose-pen, No Matter.

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.

Let Me Be Boiled To Death With Melancholy.

Fair Katherine, And Most Fair, Will You Vouchsafe To Teach A Soldier Terms Such As Will Enter At A Lady's Ear, And Plead His Love-suit To Her Gentle Heart?