Conceit In Weakest Bodies Works The Strongest.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.

If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And True, There's No Man Happy.

The Gaudy, Blabbing, And Remorseful Day Is Crept Into The Bosom Of The Sea.

Ay, That Incestuous, That Adulterate Beast, With Witchcraft Of His Wit, With Traitorous Gifts- O Wicked Wit And Gifts, That Have The Power So To Seduce!

The Seasons Change Their Manners, As The Year Had Found Some Months Asleep And Leapt Them Over.