A Young Man Married Is A Man

Wishers Were Ever Fools.

Every Fair From Fair Sometime Declines

Cleopatra: If It Be Love Indeed, Tell Me How Much. Antony: There's Beggary In The Love That Can Be Reckoned. Cleopatra: I'll Set A Bourne How Far To Be Belov'd. Antony: Then Must Thou Needs Find Out New Heaven, New Earth.

For There's No Motion That Tends To Vice In Man, But I Affirm It Is The Woman's Part.

Hot Lavender, Mints, Savory, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun, And With Him Rise Weeping.