The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.

Remuneration! O! That's The Latin Word For Three Farthings

I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

Give To A Gracious Message An Host Of Tongues, But Let Ill Tidings Tell Themselves When They Be Felt.

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.