We Will Meet; And There We May

My Joy Is Death- Death, At Whose Name I Oft Have Been Afeard, Because I Wish'd This World's Eternity.

Against Ill Chances Men Are Ever Merry, But Heaviness Foreruns The Good Event.

A Whoreson Jackanapes Must Take Me Up For Swearing; As If I Borrowed Mine Oaths Of Him And Might Not Spend Them At My Pleasure. When A Gentleman Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths, Ha?

Love Is Blind, It Stops Lovers Seeing The Silly Things They Do.

If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees With Night