Old Time The Clock-setter.

Two May Keep Counsel Putting One Away!

Beauty Within Itself Should Not Be Wasted.

Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False As Hell.

Now Old Desire Doth In His Deathbed Lie, And Young Affection Gapes To Be His Heir; That Fair For Which Love Groan'd For And Would Die, With Tender Juliet Match'd, Is Now Not Fair.

A Hundred Thousand Welcomes: I Could Weep, And I Could Laugh; I Am Light And Heavy: Welcome.