Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

I Knew When Seven Justices Could Not Take Up A Quarrel, But When The Parties Were Met Themselves, One Of Them Thought But Of An If, As, 'if You Said So, Then I Said So;' And They Shook Hands And Swore Brothers. Your If Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In If.

So Many Horrid Ghosts.

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.

I Would Challenge You To A Battle Of Wits, But I See You Are Unarmed!

Alas, That Love, So Gentle In His View, Should Be So Tyrannous And Rough In Proof! *it’s Sad. Love Looks Like A Nice Thing, But It’s Actually Very Rough When You Experience It.*