Sweets With Sweets War Not,

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should Be Past Grief.

For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.

I Hold Him But A Fool That Will Endanger His Body For A Girl That Loves Him Not.

Help, Master, Help! Here's A Fish Hangs In The Net, Like A Poor Man's Right In The Law; 'twill Hardly Come Out.