When Death Doth Close His

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.

Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The Heart Of Woman Is!

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

It Is Not Enough To Speak, But To Speak Truee

And Writers Say, As The Most Forward Bud Is Eaten By The Canker Ere It Blow, Even So By Love The Young And Tender Wit Is Turn'd To Folly, Blasting In The Bud, Losing His Verdure Even In The Prime, And All The Fair Effects Of Future Hopes.