Who Is So Firm That

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

Great Floods Have Flown From Simple Sources.

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

Supposition All Our Lives Shall Be Stuck Full Of Eyes; For Treason Is But Trusted Like The Fox, Who, Ne'er So Tame, So Cherished And Locked Up, Will Have A Wild Trick Of His Ancestors.

And Oft, My Jealousy Shapes Faults That Are Not.