Come, Lady, Die To Live.

Winding Up Days With Toil And Nights With Sleep.

I Was Too Young That Time To Value Her, But Now I Know Her. If She Be A Traitor, Why, So Am I. We Still Have Slept Together, Rose At An Instant, Learned, Played, Eat Together, And Wheresoe'er We Went, Like Juno's Swans, Still We Went Coupled And Inseparable.

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

False Face Must Hide What The False Heart Doth Know.

Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." -- (miranda, I:2)