One Pain Is Lessened By Another's Anguish.

I Am Not Yet Of Percy's Mind, The Hotspur Of The North; He That Kills Me Some Six Or Seven Dozen Of Scots As A Breakfast, Washes His Hands, And Says To His Wife, 'fie Upon This Quiet Life! I Want Work.

Love Is The Greatest Of Dreams, Yet The Worst Of Nightmares.

My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.

The Wound Of Peace Is Surety, Surety Secure.

It Is A Familiar Beast To Man, And Signifies Love.