Be Secret And Discreet; The Fairy Favors

Not Sharp Revenge, Nor Hell Itself Can Find, A Fiercer Torment Than A Guilty Mind, Which Day And Night Doth Dreadfully Accuse, Condemns The Wretch, And Still The Charge Renews.

Love Is Love's Reward.

Secret Guilt By Silence Is Betrayed.

A Man Is To Be Cheated Into Passion, But To Be Reasoned Into Truth.

What I Have Left Is From My Native Spring; I've Still A Heart That Swells, In Scorn Of Fate, And Lifts Me To My Banks.