The Daintiest Last, To Make The End

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

The Foole Doth Thinke He Is Wise, But The Wiseman Knowes Himselfe To Be A Foole.

She's Gone. I Am Abused, And My Relief Must Be To Loathe Her.

The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And Wonders At Our Quaint Spirits.

Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadow's Bliss.