Wisdom And Goodness To The Vile Seem

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

What, No More Ceremony? See, My Women! Against The Blown Rose May They Stop Their Nose That Kneel'd Unto The Buds.

How Poor Are They That Have Have Not Patients.

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks, But I Thank You; And Sure, Dear Friends, My Thanks Are Too Dear A Halfpenny.