O! That A Man Might Know The

A Tardiness In Nature, Which Often Leaves The History Unspoke, That It Intends To Do.

If We Are Mark'd To Die, We Are Enow To Do Our Country Loss; And If To Live, The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honour. God's Will! I Pray Thee; Wish Not One Man More.

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.

Romeo To Balthasar But If Thou, Jealous, Dost Return To Pry In What I Further Shall Intend To Do, By Heaven, I Will Tear Thee Joint By Joint And Strew This Hungry Churchyard With Thy Limbs: The Time And My Intents Are Savage-wild, More Fierce And More Inexorable Far Than Empty Tigers Or The Roaring Sea.