O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And

I'll Have No Husband, If You Be Not He.

The Hand That Hath Made You Fair Hath Made You Good.

Tell Them, That, To Ease Them Of Their Griefs, Their Fear Of Hostile Strokes, Their Aches, Losses, Their Pangs Of Love, With Other Incident Throes That Nature's Fragile Vessel Doth Sustain In Life's Uncertain Voyage, I Will Some Kindness Do Them.

He That Has A House To Put's Head In Has A Good Head-piece.

Were It Good To Set The Exact Wealth Of All Our States All At One Cast? To Set So Rich A Main On The Nice Hazard Of One Doubtful Hour? It Were Not Good.