Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.

To Be In Love, Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans; Coy Looks, With Heart-sore Sighs; One Fading Moment's Mirth

Friendship's Full Of Dregs.

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself