Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.

Is It Not Strange That Desire Should So Many Years Outlive Performance?

Diseases Desperate Grown By Desperate Appliances Are Relieved, Or Not At All.

None Can Cure Their Harms By Wailing Them.

Sigh No More, Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever,- One Foot In Sea And One On Shore, To One Thing Constant Never.

For Night's Swift Dragons Cut The Clouds Full Fast, And Yonder Shines Aurora's Harbinger; At Whose Approach Ghosts Wandring Here And There Troop Home To Church-yards.... For Fear Lest Day Should Look Their Shames Upon, They Willfully Exile Themselves From Light, And Must For Aye Consort With Black Brow'd Night.