Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.

The Stroke Of Death Is As A Lover's Pinch, Which Hurts And Is Desired.

Greatness, Once Fallen Out With Fortune, Must Fall Out With Men Too.

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

No Deeper Wrinkles Yet? Hath Sorrow Struck So Many Blows Upon This Face Of Mine And Made No Deeper Wounds?

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.