He Was Ever Precise In Promise-keeping.

The Apprehension Of The Good Gives But The Greater Feeling To The Worse.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.

For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

Neither My Place, Nor Aught I Heard Of Business, Hath Raised Me From My Bed; Nor Doth The General Care Take Hold On Me; For My Particular Grief Is Of So Floodgate And O'erbearing Nature That It Engluts And Swallows Other Sorrows, And It Is Still Itself.