To Fear The Foe, Since Fear Oppresseth

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

Can It Be That Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness? Having Waste Ground Enough, Shall We Desire To Raze The Sanctuary And Pitch Our Evils There?

We Will Draw The Curtain And Show You The Picture.

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow

If Chance Will Have Me King, Why, Chance May Crown Me.