Solitude is sometimes best society.

Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy In sceptred pall come sweeping by, Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine.

In God's intention, a meet and happy conversation is the chiefest and noblest end of marriage.

But see! theVirgin blessed Hath laid her Babe to rest. Time is our tedious song should here have ending.

It is Chastity, my brother. She that has that is clad in complete steel.

That virtue therefore which is but a youngling in the contemplation of evil, and knows not the utmost that vice promises to her followers, and rejects it, is but a blank virtue, not a pure; her whiteness is but an excremental whiteness.

Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they keep, Entice the dewy-feathered sleep.