My Dull Brain Was Wrought

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.

Sweets To The Sweet.

Come, Go With Us, Speak Fair; You May Salve So, Not What Is Dangerous Present, But The Los Of What Is Past.

O Most Delicate Fiend! Who Is't Can Read A Woman? Is There More?