Thanks To Men Of Noble Minds, Is

Heaven Give You Many, Many Merry Days.

Women's Weapons, Water-drops.

My Joy Is Death- Death, At Whose Name I Oft Have Been Afeard, Because I Wish'd This World's Eternity.

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse

Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With Traps.