I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan

I Would There Were No Age Between Sixteen And Three-and-twenty, Or That Youth Would Sleep Out The Rest; For There Is Nothing In The Between But Getting Wenches With Child, Wronging The Ancientry, Stealing, Fighting

A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble Tongue.

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.

It Easeth Some, Though None It Ever Cured, To Think Their Dolour Others Have Endured.