Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

O Fortune, Fortune! All Men Call Thee Fickle.

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.

Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.

If [god] Send Me No Husband, For The Which Blessing I Am At Him Upon My Knees Every Morning And Evening.

So We Grew Together Like To A Double Cherry, Seeming Parted, But Yet An Union In Partition, Two Lovely Berries Molded On One Stem.