There Is A History In All Men's

Each Substance Of A Grief Has Twenty Shadows.

I Cannot Draw A Cart, Nor Eat Dried Oats; If It Be Man's Work, I'll Do't.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.

If He Be So Resolved, I Can O'ersway Him; For He Loves To Hear That Unicorns May Be Betrayed With Trees And Bears With Glasses, Elephants With Holes, Lions With Toils, And Men With Flatterers