Ay Me! Sad Hours Seem Long.

If You Would Persuade, You Must Appeal To Interest Rather Than Intellect. We Are Advertis'd By Our Loving Friends.

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

I Stalk About Her Door, Like A Strange Soul Upon The Stygian Banks Staying For Waftage.