No crooked leg, no bleared eye, No part deformed out of kind, Nor yet so ugly half can be As is the inward suspicious mind.

I grieve and dare not show my disc… I love and yet am forced to seem t… I do, yet dare not say I ever mea… I seem stark mute but inwardly do… I am and not, I freeze and yet am…

Ah, silly Pug, wert thou so sore… Mourn not, my Wat, nor be thou so… It passeth fickle Fortune’s power… To force my heart to think thee an… No Fortune base, thou sayest, sha…

Never think you fortune can bear t… Where virtue’s force can cause her…

The doubt of future foes exiles my… And wit me warns to shun such snar… For falsehood now doth flow, and s… Which should not be if reason rule… But clouds of joys untried do cloa…

When I was fair and young, then f… Of many was I sought their mistre… But I did scorn them all and answ… Go, go, go, seek some other where;… How many weeping eyes I made to p…

Oh Fortune, thy wresting wavering… Hath fraught with cares my trouble… Whose witness this present prison… Could bear, where once was joy’s l… Thou causedst the guilty to be loo…