His Hercules#English's] Lyons skin chaungd to a pall of gold, / In which forgetting warres, he onely ioyed / In combats of ſweet loue, and with his miſtreſſe toyed.

I'm undersized and quiet, mousy you think / and it irritates you to see me puffing my mouse cheeks / while I read at my desk. You don't know it's my teeth / my teeth a painsong accompanying what I do

[…] therefore setting aside all other considerations, I will endeavour to know the truth, and yield to that.

...for nought is ceaſſed and gone already, what an hurlyburly (?) inconvenience ſhoulde followe or it maye be eaſely perceived.