Love Laughs At Locksmiths.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

Nature Her Custom Holds, Let Shame Say What It Will.

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.

If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises, All Proofs Sleeping Else But What Your Jealousies Awake, I Tell You 'tis Rigor And Not Law.