Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.

But Like Of Each Thing That In Season Grows.

Better A Witty Fool Than A Foolish Wit.

Was Ever Woman In This Humour Wooed? Was Ever Woman In This Humour Won?

O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!