If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

Ay Me! For Aught That Ever I Could Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

Courage And Comfort, All Shall Yet Go Well

Experience Is By Industry Achieved, And Perfected By The Swift Course Of Time.

All The World Is A Stage And We Are Merely Players.