In Friendship, As In Love, We Are

A Thousand Kisses Buys My Heart From Me; And Pay Them At Thy Leisure, One By One.

For This Relief, Much Thanks

Have You Not Love Enough To Bear With Me, When That Rash Humor Which My Mother Gave Me Makes Me Forgetful.

Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been Belch'd On By Infected Lungs.

Woe, Destruction, Ruin, And Decay; The Worst Is Death And Death Will Have His Day.