What Is Done Cannot Be Now Amended.

A Wretched Soul, Bruised With Adversity, We Bid Be Quiet When We Hear It Cry; But Were We Burdened With Light Weight Of Pain, As Much Or More We Should Ourselves Complain.

The Insolence Of Office.

A Knot You Are Of Damned Bloodsuckers.

If There Be No Great Love In The Beginning, Yet Heaven May Decrease It Upon Better Acquaintance, When We Are Married And Have More Occasion To Know One Another: I Hope, Upon Familiarity Will Grow More Contempt.

Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever