I can hardly forbear hurling things at him.

“So full of artless jealousy is guilt,It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.”

“But 'tis common proof, that lowliness is young ambition's ladder, whereto the c…”

“Of one that lov'd not wisely but too well.”

“Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,So do our minutes hasten to th…”