Here Will Be An Old Abusing Of

I Have Full Cause Of Weeping, But This Heart Shall Break Into A Hundred Thousand Flaws Or Ere I'll Weep.

Let Those That Play Your Clowns Speak No More Than Is Set Down For Them.

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

Cheerily To Sea; The Signs Of War Advance: No King Of England, If Not King Of France