Necessity Makes Dastards Valiant Men.

The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say, It Is The Last Commends The Play.

For Pitty, Sir, Find Out That Bee Which Bore My Love Away I'le Seek Him In Your Bonnet Brave, I'le Seek Him In Your Eyes.

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.

Rise And Put On Your Foliage, And Be Seen To Come Forth, Like The Springtime, Fresh And Green

Some Asked Me Where The Rubies Grew, And Nothing I Did Say; But With My Finger Pointed To The Lips Of Julia.