Tears Harden Lust, Though Marble Wear With

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.

A Great Cause Of The Night Is Lack Of The Sun.

A Young Man Married Is A Man That's Marred.