How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives, Figuring The Nature Of The Times Deceased, The Which Observed, A Man May Prophesy, With A Near Aim, Of The Main Chance Of Things As Yet Not Come To Life, Which In Their Seeds And Weak Beginnings Lie Intreasured.

The Devil Shall Have His Bargain; For He Was Never Yet A Breaker Of Proverbs--he Will Give The Devil His Due.

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.