God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay,

Now My Charms Are All O'erthrown.

You Kiss By Th' Book.

Ambition, The Soldier's Virtue, Rather Makes Choice Of Loss, Than Gain Which Darkens Him.

Bring Me A Constant Woman To Her Husband, One That Ne'er Dream'd A Joy Beyond His Pleasure, And To That Woman, When She Has Done Most, Yet Will I Add An Honour-a Great Patience.

But I Will Be, A Bridegroom In My Death, And Run Into't As To A Lover's Bed.