A Pox O’ Your Throat,

The Moon Shines Bright. In Such A Night As This. When The Sweet Wind Did Gently Kiss The Trees And They Did Make No Noise, In Such A Night.

All Impediments In Fancy's Course Are Motives Of More Fancy.

If Ever Thou Be'st Bound In Thy Scarf And Beaten, Thou Shalt Find What It Is To Be Proud Of Thy Bondage.

Though Patience Be A Tired Mare, Yet She Will Plod.

Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See The Pretty Follies That Themselves Commit