For This Relief, Much Thanks

Henceforth, I'll Bear Affliction Till It Do Cry Out Itself, 'enough, Enough, And Die.

There Is No Such Sport As Sport By Sport O'erthrown.

The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The Daintier Sense.

Sigh No More, Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever,- One Foot In Sea And One On Shore, To One Thing Constant Never.

O! For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention.