For In The Fatness Of These Pursy

That Man That Hath A Tongue, I Say Is No Man, If With His Tongue He Cannot Win A Woman.

Flesh And Blood, You, Brother Mine, That Entertain'd Ambition, Expell'd Remorse And Nature, Who, With Sebastian- Whose Inward Pinches Therefore Are Most Strong- Would Here Have Kill'd Your King, I Do Forgive Thee, Unnatural Though Thou Art.

See What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath!

In Sooth I Know Not Why I Am So Sad. It Wearies Me, You Say It Wearies You; But How I Caught It, Found It, Or Came By It, What Stuff 'tis Made Of, Whereof It Is Born, I Am To Learn.

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.