Pain Pays The Income Of

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.

The Big Round Tears Cours'd One Another Down His Innocent Nose, In Piteous Chase.

There's Place And Means For Every Man Alive.

Tis Better Using France Than Trusting France; Let Us Be Back'd With God, And With The Seas, Which He Hath Given For Fence Impregnable, And With Their Helps Only Defend Ourselves; In Them, And In Ourselves, Our Safety Lies.

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