Some Cupid Kills With Arrows, Some With

O My Good Lord, That Comfort Comes Too Late, 'tis Like A Pardon After Execution. That Gentle Physic, Given In Time, Had Cured Me; But Now I Am Past All Comforts Here But Prayers.

So, Good Night Unto You All. Give Me Your Hands, If We Be Friends, And Robin Shall Restore Amends.

From This Time Forth My Thoughts Be Bloody, Or Be Nothing Worth!

As In A Theatre, The Eyes Of Men, After A Well-graced Actor Leaves The Stage, Are Idly Bent On Him That Enters Next.

Zounds! I Was Never So Bethumped With Words Since I First Called My Brother's Father Dad.