In Time The Savage Bull Doth Bear

The Soul Of This Man Is His Clothes.

Women Being The Weaker Vessels, Are Ever Thrust To The Walls.

In Scorn Of Nature, Art Gave Lifeless Life.

I See Men's Judgments Are A Parcel Of Their Fortunes; And Things Outward Do Draw The Inward Quality After Them, To Suffer All Alike.

She Says I Am Not Fair, That I Lack Manners; She Calls Me Proud, And That She Could Not Love Me, Were Man As Rare As Phoenix.