I Find The Medicine Worse Than The

O Woman, Perfect Woman! What Distraction Was Meant To Mankind When Thou Wast Made A Devil!

I Find The Medicine Worse Than The Malady.

A Woman Friend! He That Believes That Weakness, Steers In A Stormy Night Without A Compass.

Joys As Winged Dreams Fly Fast, / Why Should Sadness Longer Last? / Grief Is But A Wound To Woe; / Gentlest Fair, Mourn, Mourn No Moe.

The Coward's Weapon, Poison.