Great Griefs Medicine The Less.

Some Innocents 'scape Not The Thunderbolt.

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One

Now, By The World, It Is A Lusty Wench; I Love Her Ten Times More Than E'er I Did: O, How I Long To Have Some Chat With Her!

Here Will Be An Old Abusing Of God's Patience And The King's English.

The Lunatic, The Lover, And The Poet, Are Of Imagination All Compact.