Care for us! True, indeed! They ne'er cared for us yet: suffer us to famish, and their storehouses crammed with grain; make edicts for usury, to support usurers; repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor. If the wars eat us not up, they will; and there's all the love they bear us.

Thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!

In maiden meditation, fancy free.

If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear.

Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.

Time ... thou ceaseless lackey to eternity.

Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.