How Ill White Hairs Become A Fool

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head?

Against Ill Chances Men Are Ever Merry, But Heaviness Foreruns The Good Event.

The Seasons Change Their Manners, As The Year Had Found Some Months Asleep And Leapt Them Over.

Time Travels In Divers Paces With Divers Persons.

I Am Not Prone To Weeping As Our Sex Commonly Are; The Want Of Which Vain Dew Perchance Shall Dry Your Pities; But I Have That Honorable Grief Lodged Here Which Burns Worse Than Tears Drown.