If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees

If I Can Catch Him Once Upon The Hip, I Will Feed Fat The Ancient Grudge I Bear Him.

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.

Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear Of Grief.

Death, That Hath Suck'd The Honey Of Thy Breath Hath Had No Power Yet Upon Thy Beauty.