Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!

Good words are better than bad strokes.

But love is blind and lovers cannot see

Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.

Out of her favour, where I am in love.

Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the realm in erecting a grammar school.

Men must learn now with pity to dispense; For policy sits above conscience.