Travelers Must Be Content.

Oh, I Have Passed A Miserable Night, So Full Of Ugly Sights, Of Ghastly Dreams!

Women's Weapons, Water-drops.

There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In Things Evil, Would Men Observingly Distill It Out.

All Love's Pleasure Shall Not Match Its Woe.

My Prophecy Is But Half His Journey Yet, For Yonder Walls, That Pertly Front Your Town, Yon Towers, Whose Wanton Tops Do Buss The Clouds, Must Kiss Their Own Feet.