Short Time Seems Long In Sorrow's Sharp

When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Make Us Traitors.

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking.

Thou Seest I Have More Flesh Than Another Man, And Therefore More Frailty.

The Dear Father Would With His Daughter Speak, Commands Her Service; Are They Inform'd Of This?

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!