O no, thy love though much, is not so great, It is my love that keeps mine eye awake, Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake. For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near.

I'll look to like; if looking, liking move.

A little water clears us of this deed.

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling.

Liberty plucks justice by the nose; The baby beats the nurse, and quite athwart Goes all decorum.

I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.

In the modesty of fearful duty, I read as much as from the rattling tongue of saucy and audacious eloquence.