Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means.

Send Danger From The East Unto The West, So Honor Cross It From The North To South.

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself, Nor Is Not Moved With Concord Of Sweet Sounds, Is Fit For Treasons, Stratagems And Spoils.