He Is White-livered And Red-faced.

The Poor World Is Almost Six Thousand Years Old, And In All This Time There Was Not Any Man Died In His Own Person, Videlicet, In A Love-cause.

In Black Ink My Love May Still Shine Bright.

If Thou Dost Marry, I'll Give Thee This Plague For Thy Dowry: Be Thou As Chaste As Ice, As Pure As Snow, Thou Shalt Not Escape Calumny.

By-and-by Is Easily Said.

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy That It Alone Is High Fantastical.