My Soul Is In The Sky.

Remember Thee! Ay, Thou Poor Ghost, While Memory Holds A Seat In This Distracted Globe.

A Woman Is A Dish For The Gods, If The Devil Dress Her Not.

Take Heed, Dear Heart, Of This Large Privilege; The Hardest Knife Ill-used Doth Lose His Edge.

He Does It With Better Grace, But I Do It More Natural.

Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue