This Cold Night Will Turn Us All

A Man I Am Cross'd With Adversity.

If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And True, There's No Man Happy.

Examine Well Your Blood.

Thy Wit Is A Very Bitter Sweeting; It Is A Most Sharp Sauce.

See, What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath! He That But Fears The Thing He Would Not Know, Hath, By Instinct, Knowledge From Others' Eyes, That What He Feared Is Chanced.