Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.

I Stand For Judgment: Answer: Shall I Have It?

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.

Oh, I Am Fortune's Fool!

The Strawberry Grows Underneath The Nettle And Wholesome Berries Thrive And Ripen Best Neighbour'd By Fruit Of Baser Quality.

Hope Is A Lover's Staff; Walk Hence With That And Manage It Against Despairing Thoughts.