With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles

I'll Forbear; And Am Fallen Out With My More Headier Will To Take The Indisposed And Sickly Fit For The Sound Man.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

Men Must Learn Now With Pity To Dispense; For Policy Sits Above Conscience.

I'll Have No Husband, If You Be Not He.

Why, I Can Smile And Murder Whiles I Smile, And Cry 'content' To That Which Grieves My Heart, And Wet My Cheeks With Artificial Tears, And Frame My Face For All Occasions