There's No Trust, No Faith, No Honesty

We That Are True Lovers Run Into Strange Capers.

Examine Well Your Blood.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

Now The Melancholy Of God Protect Thee, And The Tailor Make Thy Doublet Of Changable Taffata, For Thy Mind Is A Very Opal. I Would Have Men Of Such Constancy Put To Sea, That Their Business Might Be Everything, And Their Intent Everywhere, For That's It, That Always Makes A Good Voyage Of Nothing.