The Let-alone Lies Not In Your Good

Who Is So Firm That Can't Be Seduced?

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

Things Bad Begun Make Strong Themselves By Ill.

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds, That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief?

As Merry As The Day Is Long.