Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

So Many Horrid Ghosts.

Base Men Being In Love Have Then A Nobility In Their Natures More Than Is Native To Them.

O, What Damned Minutes Tells He O'er Who Dotes, Yet Doubts, Suspects, Yet Fondly Loves!

Hardness Ever Of Hardness Is Mother.