Have Patience, And Endure

For Honesty Coupled To Beauty, Is To Have Honey A Sauce To Sugar.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

On Pain Of Death, No Person Be So Bold.

The Gods Are Deaf To Hot And Peevish Vows. They Are Polluted Off'rings, More Abhorred! Than Spotted Livers In The Sacrifice.