O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

Go Hang Yourself, You Naughty Mocking Uncle!

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

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

Love Is Merely A Madness; And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do; And The Reason Why They Are Not So Punish'd And Cured Is That The Lunacy Is So Ordinary That The Whippers Are In Love Too.