And Sleep, That Sometime Shuts Up Sorrow's

Tis An Ill Cook That Cannot Lick His Own Fingers.

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known

What Infinite Heart's-ease Must Kings Neglect That Private Men Enjoy! And What Have Kings That Privates Have Not Too, Save Ceremony, Save General Ceremony?

The Band That Seems To Tie Their Friendship Together Will Be The Very Strangler Of Their Amity.

If Thou Remeber'st Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Into, Thou Hast Not Lov'd