The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.

The quarrels of lovers lead but to the renewal of love.

The clown waits for the river to run itself dry. [Crossing
Cheapside.]

The clown waits for the river to run itself dry. [Crossing
Cheapside.]

Hee that is throwne would ever wrestle.

Hee that is throwne would ever wrestle.

Am I always to be a mere listener? Shall I never reply?

Am I always to be a mere listener? Shall I never reply?

Their hearts sweat with undivulged guilt.

Their hearts sweat with undivulged guilt.

Still harping on my daughter.

Still harping on my daughter.

An old cat sports not with her prey.

An old cat sports not with her prey.

Though this may be play to you,
'Tis death to us.

Though this may be play to you,
'Tis death to us.

I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.

I abhor the profane rabble and keep them at a distance.