Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes,

With Mirth In Funeral And With Dirge In Marriage.

For In The Fatness Of These Pursy Times Virtue Itself Of Vice Must Pardon Beg.

Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You Should Mar Your Fortunes.

As Good Luck Would Have It, Comes In One Mistress Page, Gives Intelligence Of Ford's Approach, And In Her Invention, And Ford's Wife's Distraction, They Conveyed Me Into A Buck-basket.

I Fill Up A Place, Which May Be Better... When I Have Made It Empty.