Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.

Archers Ever Have Two Strings To Bow; And Shall Great Cupid (archer Of Archers Both In Men And Women), Be Worse Provided Than A Common Archer?

Black Is A Pearl In A Woman's Eye.

Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.

Flatterers Look Like Friends, As Wolves Like Dogs.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.