Many Dream Not To Find,

A Woman's Fitness Comes By Fits.

Slander Lives Upon Succession, For Ever Housed Where It Gets Possession.

I Bear A Charmed Life.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

The Iron Tongue Of Midnight Hath Told Twelve Lovers, To Bed; 'tis Almost Fairy Time. I Fear We Shall Outstep The Coming Morn As Much As We This Night Over-watch'd.