Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

Have You Not Heard It Said Full Oft, A Woman's Nay Doth Stand For Naught?

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

Time Is A Very Bankrupt And Owes More Than He's Worth To Season. Nay, He's A Thief Too: Have You Not Heard Men Say, That Time Comes Stealing On By Night And Day?