It Is A Good Divine That Follows

What, Keep A Week Away? Seven Days And Nights, Eightscore-eight Hours, And Lovers' Absent Hours More Tedious Than The Dial Eightscore Times! O Weary Reckoning!

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

I Have Seen The Day Of Wrong Through The Little Hole Of Discretion, And I Will Right Myself Like A Soldier.

Desire Of Having Is The Sin Of Covetousness.

If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It Will Feed My Revenge.