Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The

I Am Misanthropos, And Hate Mankind, For Thy Part, I Do Wish Thou Wert A Dog, That I Might Love Thee Something.

Be Not Thy Tongue Thy Own Shame's Orator.

Men's Faults Do Seldom To Themselves Appear.

Come, Lady, Die To Live.

Farewell! Thou Art Too Dear For My Possessing.