Ships Are But Boards, Sailors

If [god] Send Me No Husband, For The Which Blessing I Am At Him Upon My Knees Every Morning And Evening.

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

And Fearless Minds Climb Soonest Unto Crowns.

There Is Nothing Serious In Mortality

What To Ourselves In Passion We Propose, The Passion Ending, Doth The Purpose Lose.