Costly Thy Habit [dress] As Thy Purse

Death Is A Fearful Thing.

Men So Noble, However Faulty, Yet Should Find Respect For What They Have Been: 'tis A Cruelty To Load A Falling Man.

I Will Make Thee Think Thy Swan A Crow.

Never Anger Made Good Guard For Itself.

Captain Of Our Fairy Band, Helena Is Here At Hand, And The Youth, Mistook By Me, Pleading For A Lover's Fee. Shall We Their Fond Pageant See? Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!