Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.

To Wilful Men, The Injuries That They Themselves Procure Must Be Their Schoolmasters.

Oppose Not Rage While Rage Is In Its Force, But Give It Way A While And Let It Waste.

Come Away, Come Away, Death, And In Sad Cypres Let Me Be Laid; Fly Away, Fly Away, Breath; I Am Slain By A Fair Cruel Maid.

Dost Thou Think, Because Thou Art Virtuous, There Shall Be No More Cakes And Ale?

I'll Have No Husband, If You Be Not He.