Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When

Ay Me! Sad Hours Seem Long.

How Poor Are They That Have Not Patience! What Wound Did Ever Heal But By Degrees?

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

For I Am He Am Born To Tame You, Kate; And Bring You From A Wild Kate To A Kate Conformable As Other Household Kates.

Condemn The Fault And Not The Actor Of It?