The Wounds Invisible That Love's Keen Arrows

The Pleasing Punishment That Women Bear.

Your Hearts Are Mighty, Your Skins Are Whole.

Heaven Give You Many, Many Merry Days.

I'll Be At Charges For A Looking-glass And Entertain A Score Or Two Of Tailors To Study Fashions To Adorn My Body: Since I Am Crept In Favor With Myself, I Will Maintain It With Some Little Cost.

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.