The Gallantry Of His Grief Did Put

Costly Thy Habit [dress] As Thy Purse Can Buy; But Not Expressed In Fancy - Rich, Not Gaudy. For The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed, To Bed, To Bed.

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

I Am Asham'd That Women Are So Simple To Offer War Where They Should Kneel For Peace.

Women Are Angels, Wooing: Things Won Are Done; Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing: That She Beloved Knows Naught, That Knows Not This-- Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.