A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

Love's Heralds Should Be Thoughts, Which Ten Times Faster Glide Than The Sun's Beams Driving Back Shadows Over Low'ring Hills. Therefore Do Nimble-pinioned Doves Draw Love, And Therefore Hath The Wind-swift Cupid Wings.

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.

How Many Ages Hence Shall This Our Lofty Scene Be Acted Over In States Unborn And Accents Yet Unknown!