A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.

Wish Chastely, And Love Dearly.

Ere Yet The Salt Of Most Unrighteous Tears Had Left The Flushing Of Her Gallèd Eyes, She Married. O, Most Wicked Speed, To Post With Such Dexterity To Incestuous Sheets!

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

An Old Man, Broken With The Storms Of State, Is Come To Lay His Weary Bones Among Ye; Give Him A Little Earth For Charity!

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.