Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me

New customs, Though they be never so ridiculous (Nay, let em be unmanly), yet are followed.

What to ourselves in passion we propose, The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.

No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.

Zounds! sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

Alas, how love can trifle with itself!