Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

For Though The Camomile, The More It Is Trodden On The Faster It Grows, Yet Youth, The More It Is Wasted, The Sooner It Wears.

What Else May Hap, To Time I Will Commit.

When Love Begins To Sicken And Decay It Uses An Enforced Ceremony.

Oft Have I Heard That Grief Softens The Mind And Makes It Fearful And Degenerate.