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Since Jack and Jill both wicked be;
It seems a wonder unto me,
That they, no better do agree.

Jehovah, as Bo'tius saith,
No number of the plural hath.

Put on thy holy filletings, and so
To th' temple with the sober midwife go.
Attended thus, in a most solemn wise,
By those who serve the child-bed mysteries,...

Thy azure robe I did behold
As airy as the leaves of gold,
Which, erring here, and wandering there,
Pleas'd with transgression ev'rywhere:
Sometimes 'twould pant, and sigh, and heave,...

Men are not born kings, but are men renown'd;
Chose first, confirm'd next, and at last are crown'd.

'Twixt kings and tyrants there's this difference known:
Kings seek their subjects' good, tyrants their own.

Give me the food that satisfies a guest:
Kisses are but dry banquets to a feast.

I abhor the slimy kiss,
Which to me most loathsome is.
Those lips please me which are placed
Close, but not too strictly laced:
Yielding I would have them; yet
Not a wimbling tongue admit:...

Kissing and bussing differ both in this;
We buss our wantons, but our wives we kiss.

Biancha, let
Me pay the debt
I owe thee for a kiss
Thou lend'st to me;
And I to thee
Will render ten for this.

If thou wilt say,
Ten will not pay
For that so rich a one;...

Science in God is known to be
A substance, not a quality.

Labour we must, and labour hard
I' th' forum here, or vineyard.

All things o'er-ruled are here by chance:
The greatest man's inheritance,
Where'er the lucky lot doth fall,
Serves but for place of burial.

At my homely country-seat
I have there a little wheat,
Which I work to meal, and make
Therewithal a holy cake:
Part of which I give to Lar,
Part is my peculiar.

Lasciviousness is known to be
The sister to saturity.

Y'ave laughed enough, sweet, vary now your text!
And laugh no more; or laugh, and lie down next.

When laws full power have to sway, we see
Little or no part there of tyranny.

To loose the button is no less,
Than to cast off all bashfulness.

When as Leander young was drown'd
No heart by Love receiv'd a wound,
But on a rock himself sat by,
There weeping sup'rabundantly.
Sighs numberless he cast about,
And, all his tapers thus put out,...

Love is a leaven; and a loving kiss
The leaven of a loving sweetheart is.