It May Do Good; Pride Hath No

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

A Woman Impudent And Mannish Grown Is Not More Loath'd Than An Effeminate Man.

Who Knows Himself A Braggart, Let Him Fear This; For It Will Come To Pass That Every Braggart Will Be Found An Ass.

To Say The Truth, So Judas Kissed His Master And Cried, 'all Hail!' When As He Meant All Harm.

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate! Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late! Prodigious Birth Of Love It Is To Me, That I Must Love A Loathed Enemy.