Like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks.

Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain.

Thou art a Castilian King urinal!

Obey thy parents, keep thy word justly; swear not; commit not with man's sworn spouse; set not thy sweet heart on proud array. * * * Keep thy foot out of brothels, thy pen from lenders' books.

How many things by season seasoned are To their right praise and true perfection!

Thrust your head into the public street, to gaze on Christian fools with varnish'd faces.

My friends were poor, but honest, so's my love.