How Is It That The Clouds Still

We See Which Way The Stream Of Time Doth Run.

Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See The Pretty Follies That Themselves Commit

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy.

If There Be Devils, Would I Were A Devil, To Live And Burn In Everlasting Fire, So I Might Have Your Company In Hell, But To Torment You With My Bitter Tongue!