Suspicion Shall Be All Stuck Full Of

Reason Thus With Life: If I Do Lose Thee, I Do Lose A Thing That None But Fools Would Keep.

For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.

If By Chance I Talk A Little Wild, Forgive Me; I Had It From My Father.

I Am Not Only Witty In Myself, But The Cause That Wit Is In Other Men.

Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.