Vice Is But A Nurse Of Agonies.

Some Are Unwisely Liberal, And More Delight To Give Presents Than To Pay Debts.

A Fair Woman Shall Not Only Command Without Authority But Persuade Without Speaking.

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.

Yet Sighes, Deare Sighes, Indeeds True Friends You Are That Do Not Leave Your Left Friend At The Wurst, But, As You With My Breast, I Oft Have Nurst So, Gratefull Now, You Waite Upon My Care.

Blasphemous Words Betray The Vain Foolishness Of The Speaker.