Men At Some Time Are

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

The Labor We Delight In Physics [cures] Pain.

Fools Are As Like Husbands As Pilchards Are To Herrings, The Husband's The Bigger.

Will All Great Neptune's Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No, This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.

How Strange Or Odd Some'er I Bear Myself, As I Perchance Hereafter Shall Think Meet To Put An Antic Disposition On.