If't Be Summer News, Smile To't Before;

Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With Traps.

Every Subject's Duty Is The King's; But Every Subject's Soul Is His Own. Therefore, Should Every Soldier In The Wars Do As Every Sick Man In His Bed, Wash Every Mote Out Of His Conscience; And Dying So, Death Is To Him Advantage; Or Not Dying, The Time Was Blessedly Lost Wherein Such Preparation Was Gained; And In Him That Escapes, It Were No Sin To Think That, Making God So Free An Offer, He Let Him Outlive The Day To See His Greatness And To Teach Others How They Should Prepare.

Have Patience, And Endure

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

She's Gone. I Am Abused, And My Relief Must Be To Loathe Her.