Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity

Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

Wisdom Cries Out In The Streets, And No Man Regards It.

Our Fancies Are More Giddy And Unfirm, More Longing, Wavering, Sooner Lost And Won, Than Women's Are.

Would I Were Dead, If God's Good Will Were So, For What Is In This World But Grief And Woe?

Nothing Can Come Of Nothing.