Their Lips Were Four Red Roses On

For I Can Raise No Money By Vile Means.

Here Will Be An Old Abusing Of God's Patience And The King's English.

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs: If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her; She Would Infect To The North Star. I Would Not Marry Her, Though She Were Endowed With All That Adam Bad Left Him Before He Transgressed.

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.