Give me a kiss, and to that kiss a score; Then to that twenty, add a hundred more: A thousand to that hundred: so kiss on, To make that thousand up a million. Treble that million, and when that is done, Let's kiss afresh, as when we first begun.

Men are suspicious; prone to discontent: Subjects still loathe the present Government.

Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.

Who covets more is evermore a slave.

My soul I'll pour into thee.

Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.