I Dote On His Very Absence.

I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

She's Gone. I Am Abused, And My Relief Must Be To Loathe Her.

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.

What Many Men Desire--that 'many' May Be Meant By The Fool Multitude That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach, Which Pries Not To Th' Interior, But Like The Martlet Builds In The Weather On The Outward Wall, Even In The Force And Road Of Casualty.

Hope Is A Lover's Staff; Walk Hence With That And Manage It Against Despairing Thoughts.