Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

Until I Know This Sure Uncertainty, I'll Entertain The Offered Fallacy.

You'd Be So Lean, That Blast Of January Would Blow You Through And Through. Now, My Fair'st Friend, I Would I Had Some Flowers O' The Spring That Might Become Your Time Of Day.

I Hold My Peace, Sir? No; No, I Will Speak As Liberal As The North; Let Heaven And Men And Devils, Let Them All, All, All, Cry Shame Against Me, Yet I'll Speak.

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

And All My Mother Came Into Mine Eyes And Gave Me Up To Tears.