Each Substance Of A Grief Has Twenty

It Is Great Sin To Swear Unto A Sin, But Greater Sin To Keep A Sinful Oath.

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes, Bliss In Our Brows' Bent; None Our Parts So Poor But Was A Race Of Heaven.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

I Will Kill Thee A Hundred And Fifty Ways.