Women's Weapons, Water-drops.

Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It.

A Goodly Portly Man, I' Faith, And A Corpulent; Of A Cheerful Look, A Pleasing Eye, And A Most Noble Carriage; And, As I Think, His Age Some Fifty, Or, By'r Lady, Inclining To Threescore; And Now I Remember Me, His Name Is Falstaff.

Equality Of Two Domestic Powers Breeds Scrupulous Faction.

One Sin Another Doth Provoke.

Heaven - The Treasury Of Everlasting Life.