The Pleasing Punishment That Women Bear.

Feed On Her Damask Cheek: She Pined In Thought, And With A Green And Yellow Melancholy She Sat Like Patience On A Monument, Smiling At Grief

That Truth Should Be Silent I Had Almost Forgot. (enobarbus)

Having Nothing, Nothing Can He Lose.

Then Know, That I Have Little Wealth To Lose. A Man I Am, Crossed With Adversity; My Riches Are These Poor Habiliments, Of Which If You Should Here Disfurnish Me, You Take The Sum And Substance That I Have.

Perseverance, My Dear Lord. Keeps Honour Bright.