Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And

To Me, Fair Friend, You Never Can Be Old, For As You Were When First Your Eye I Ey'd, Such Seems Your Beauty Still.

Now He'll Outstare The Lightning. To Be Furious Is To Be Frightened Out Of Fear.

Tears Harden Lust, Though Marble Wear With Raining.

Tis The Times' Plague, When Madmen Lead The Blind.

For Naught So Vile That On The Earth Doth Live But To The Earth Some Special Good Doth Give.