Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And

Death Is My Son-in-law, Death Is My Heir.

I Will Be Correspondent To Command, And Do My Spiriting Gently.

More Fools Know Jack Fool Than Jack Fool Knows.

How Low Am I, Thou Painted Maypole?

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