The Cunning Livery Of Hell.

But It Is A Melancholy Of Mine Own, Compounded Of Many Simples, Extracted From Many Objects, And Indeed The Sundry Contemplation Of My Travels, Which, By Often Rumination, Wraps Me In The Most Humorous Sadness.

I Have Seen Better Faces In My Time Than Stands On Any Shoulder That I See Before Me At This Instant.

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

A Very Honest Woman But Something Given To Lie

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.