Wisdom and goodness to the vile seem vile; Filths savour but themselves.

In right and service to their noble country.

Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.

Heaven - the treasury of everlasting life.

Men from children nothing differ.

And to the English court assemble now, From every region, apes of idleness!

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.