A Light Wife Doth Make

By That Sin Fell The Angels.

But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait For This Fool Gudgeon, This Opinion.

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.

My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I Strike It, And It Hurts My Hand.

Keep Up Your Bright Swords, For The Dew Will Rust Them.