You Speak Like A Green Girl /

None Can Cure Their Harms By Wailing Them.

Wishers Were Ever Fools.

If To Do Were As Easy As To Know What Were Good To Do, Chapels Had Been Churches, And Poor Men's Cottage Princes' Palaces.

His Life Was Gentle; And The Elements So Mixed In Him, That Nature Might Stand Up And Say To All The World, This Was A Man!

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.