O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.

Our Remedies Oft In Ourselves Do Lie, Which We Ascribe To Heaven.

If One Good Deed In All My Life I Did, I Do Repent It From My Very Soul.

No Deeper Wrinkles Yet? Hath Sorrow Struck So Many Blows Upon This Face Of Mine And Made No Deeper Wounds?

Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity Him.