A Very Honest Woman But Something Given

I Am Not Of That Feather, To Shake Off My Friend When He Must Need Me

When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single Spies, But In Battalions.

The Presence Of A King Engenders Love Amongst His Subjects, And His Royal Friends.

Who Are The Violets Now That Strew The Lap Of The New-come Spring?

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter!