Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings.

You Have Too Much Respect Upon The World; They Lose It That Do Buy It With Much Care

Sleep Dwell Upon Thine Eyes, Peace In Thy Breast! Would I Were Sleep And Peace, So Sweet To Rest.

The Stroke Of Death Is As A Lover's Pinch, Which Hurts And Is Desired.