You Are A Tedious Fool.

Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

Then Happy I That Love And Am Beloved, Where I May Not Remove Nor Be Removed.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.

A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A Frown.

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.