Men Have Marble, Women Waxen,

She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I Had Pass'd, And I Lov'd Her That She Did Pity Them

Life Is As Tedious As Twice-told Tale, Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.

Lady, You Are The Cruel'st She Alive If You Will Lead These Graces To The Grave And Leave The World No Copy.

One Pain Is Cured By Another. Catch Some New Infection In Your Eye And The Poison Of The Old One Would Die.

They Told Me I Was Everything. 'tis A Lie, I Am Not Ague-proof.