All Dark And Comfortless.

Then Love-devouring Death Do What He Dare.

This Man, Lady, Hath Robb'd Many Beasts Of Their Particular Additions: He Is As Valiant As A Lion, Churlish As The Bear, Slow As The Elephant-a Man Into Whom Nature Hath So Crowded Humours That His Valour Is Crush'd Into Folly, His Folly Sauced With Discretion.

We Must Follow, Not Force Providence.

Better Three Hours Too Soon, Than One Hour To Late.

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.