He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run, That Our Devices Still Are Overthrown; Our Thoughts Are Ours, Their Ends None Of Our Own.

He That Dies This Year Is Quit For The Next.

How Hard It Is For Women To Keep Counsel!

And Too Soon Marred Are Those So Early Made.