Give but an Englishman his whore and ease

What mighty ills have not been done by woman! Who was ’t betrayed the Capitol?—A woman! Who lost Mark Antony the world?—A woman! Who was the cause of a long ten years’ war, And laid at last old Troy in ashes?—Woman! Destructive, damnable, …

Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.

O woman! lovely woman! Nature made thee To temper man: we had been brutes without you. Angels are painted fair, to look like you: There ’s in you all that we believe of heaven,— Amazing brightness, purity, and truth, Eternal joy, and …

And die with decency.

Dear as the vital warmth that feeds my life; Dear as these eyes, that weep in fondness o’er thee.

The sunn must lend his goulden beames, Soft windes their breath, green trees their shade, Sweete fields their flowers, cleare springs their streams, Ere such another smyle bee made.