Enough no more; Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none

Why should we rise because 'tis light? Did we lie down because t'was night?

But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at: I am not what I am.

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?

it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance

If I were a woman I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleased me, complexions that liked me and breaths that I defied not