His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend. His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract.

I have supped full with horrors.

Love can be the greatest of dreams and the worst of nightmares.

Oh what man may hide inside, tho angel on the outward side.

I'll call for pen and ink and write my mind.

T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.

Tis the times' plague, when madmen lead the blind.

For raging wind blows up incessant showers.

Go girl, seek happy nights to happy days.

A young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief.