A Friend Should Bear His Friend's Infirmities.

So Shows A Snowy Dove Trooping With Crows As Yonder Lady O'er Her Fellows Shows.

When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single Spies, But In Battalions.

O, Thou Hast Damnable Iteration; And Art, Indeed, Able To Corrupt A Saint.

Man And Wife, Being Two, Are One In Love.

My Salad Days, When I Was Green In Judgment.