I Fill Up A Place,

Grief Hath Two Tongues; And Never Woman Yet Could Rule Them Both Without Ten Women's Wit.

The Private Wound Is Deepest. O Time Most Accurst, 'mongst All Foes That A Friend Should Be The Worst!

I Cannot Do It Without Comp[u]ters.

I Can No Other Answer Make, But, Thanks, And Thanks.

Ignorance Is The Curse Of God; Knowledge Is The Wing Wherewith We Fly To Heaven.