Women Are Not In Their Best Fortunes

He That Dies This Year Is Quit For The Next.

The Proverb Is Something Musty.

Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

Here's Flowers For You; Hot Lavender, Mints, Savoury, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun And With Him Rises Weeping: These Are Flowers Of Middle Summer, And I Think They Are Given To Men Of Middle Age.

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.