To Persevere In Obstinate Condolement Is A

Cupid Is A Knavish Lad, Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.

It Hurts Not The Tongue To Give Fair Words.

Even So; An't Please Your Worship, Brakenbury, You May Partake Of Any Thing We Say: We Speak No Treason, Man; We Say The King Is Wise And Virtuous, And His Noble Queen Well Struck In Years, Fair, And Not Jealous; We Say That Shore's Wife Hath A Pretty Foot, A Cherry Lip, A Bonny Eye, A Passing Pleasing Tongue; And That The Queen's Kindred Are Made Gentlefolks.

He Makes A July's Day Short As December.

The Big Round Tears Cours'd One Another Down His Innocent Nose, In Piteous Chase.