Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

Take Pains. Be Perfect.

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?

I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In Offers. You Taught Me First To Beg, And Now Methinks You Teach Me How A Beggar Should Be Answered.

The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of Scorpions.