Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

More Fools Know Jack Fool Than Jack Fool Knows.

And What’s He Then That Says I Play The Villain?

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

Flower Of This Purple Dye, Hit With Cupid's Archery, Sink In Apple Of His Eye.

What Fates Impose, That Men Must Needs Abide; It Boots Not To Resist Both Wind And Tide.