Love Bears It Out Even To The

He Receives Comfort Like Cold Porridge.

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

O Good Old Man, How Well In Thee Appears The Constant Service Of The Antique World, When Service Sweat For Duty, Not For Meed! Thou Art Not For The Fashion Of These Times, Where None Will Sweat But For Promotion, And Having That Do Choke Their Service Up Even With The Having. . . .

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.

There Are Occasions And Causes, Why And Wherefore In All Things.