Set Your Heart At Rest. The Fairyland

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest To The Ground.

God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourself Another.

Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

To Be In Love- Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans, Coy Looks With Heart-sore Sighs, One Fading Moment's Mirth With Twenty Watchful, Weary, Tedious Nights; If Haply Won, Perhaps A Hapless Gain; If Lost, Why Then A Grievous Labour Won; However, But A Folly Bought With Wit, Or Else A Wit By Folly Vanquished.