Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

Virtue And Genuine Graces In Themselves Speak What No Words Can Utter.

I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

I Must To The Barber's, Monsieur, For Methinks I Am Marvellous Hairy About The Face.

A Good Man's Fortune May Grow Out At Heels.

Reason Thus With Life: If I Do Lose Thee, I Do Lose A Thing That None But Fools Would Keep.