A Light Heart Lives Long.

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.

Suspicion Always Haunts The Guilty Mind.

If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed Them Now.

Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Over-mastered By A Piece Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marle?

Two Loves I Have, Of Comfort And Despair, Which Like Two Spirits Do Suggest Me Still: The Better Angel Is A Man Right Fair, The Worser Spirit A Woman Coloured Ill.