Farewell, Fair Cruelty.

No Worse A Husband Than The Best Of Men.

If I Profane With My Unworthiest Hand This Holy Shrine, The Gentle Fine Is This: My Lips, Two Blushing Pilgrims, Ready Stand To Smooth That Rough Touch With A Tender Kiss.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

Take But Degree Away, Untune That String, And Hark, What Discord Follows!

I Have Full Cause Of Weeping, But This Heart Shall Break Into A Hundred Thousand Flaws Or Ere I'll Weep.