Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With

Who Alone Suffers Suffers Most I' Th' Mind, Leaving Free Things And Happy Shows Behind; But Then The Mind Much Sufferance Doth O'erskip When Grief Hath Mates, And Bearing Fellowship.

You Great Benefactors, Sprinkle Our Society With Thankfulness. For Your Own Gifts, Make Yourselves Praised.

I Will Be Correspondent To Command, And Do My Spiriting Gently.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.