A Man I Am Cross'd With Adversity.

Ay, But Hearken, Sir; Though The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air, I Am One That Am Nourished By My Victuals, And Would Fain Have Meat.

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?

There Is A Devilish Mercy In The Judge, If You'll Implore It, That Will Free Your Life, But Fetter You Till Death.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

Thou Seest We Are Not All Alone Unhappy: This Wide And Universal Theatre Presents More Woeful Pageants Than The Scene Wherein We Play In.