Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

There Is Little Choice In A Barrel Of Rotten Apples.

There Is A World Elsewhere.

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?

I Long To Hear The Story Of Your Life, Which Must Take The Ear Strangely.

A Good Sherris-sack Hath A Twofold Operation In It. It Ascends Me Into The Brain,... Makes It Apprehensive, Quick, Forgetive, Full Of Nimble, Fiery, And Delectable Shapes.