Call Me Not An Olive, Till Thou

Vertue Now Is In Herbs And Stones And Words Onely.

The Dark Grave, Which Knows All Secrets, Can Alone Reclaim The Fatal Doubt Once Cast On A Woman's Name.

Hee That Bewailes Himselfe Hath The Cure In His Hands.

Sleepe Without Supping, And Wake Without Owing.

Words Are Women, Deeds Are Men.