Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

Some Grief Shows Much Of Love, But Much Of Grief Shows Still Some Want Of Wit.

Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.

Slander, Whose Whisper Over The World's Diameter, As Level As The Cannon To Its Blank, Transports Its Poisoned Shot.

God Mark Thee To His Grace! Thou Was The Prettiest Babe That E'er I Nursed. And Might I Live To See Thee Married Once, I Have My Wish.

Adversity Makes Strange Bedfellows.