A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

What Is Aught But As 'tis Valued?

She's Good, Being Gone.

Think'st Thou It Honourable For A Noble Man Still To Remember Wrongs?

Tush! Fear Not, My Lord, We Will Not Stand To Prate; Talkers Are No Good Doers: Be Assured We Come To Use Our Hands And Not Our Tongues.

No Beast So Fierce But Knows Some Touch Of Pity. But I Know None, And Therefore Am No Beast.