Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes:

Last Scene Of All That Ends This Strange, Eventful History, Is Second Childishness And Mere Oblivion. I Am Sans Teeth, Sans Eyes, Sans Taste, Sans Everything.

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!

Time Be Thine, And Thy Best Graces Spend It At Thy Will.

And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony? What Kind Of God Art Thou, That Suffer'st More Of Mortal Griefs Than Do Thy Worshippers?

I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In Offers. You Taught Me First To Beg, And Now Methinks You Teach Me How A Beggar Should Be Answered.