Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.

Good Morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All In The Morn Betime, And I A Maid At Your Window, To Be Your Valentine.

All His Successors Gone Before Him Have Done 't; And All His Ancestors That Come After Him May.

So Full Of Shapes Is Fancy That It Alone Is High Fantastical.

I Do Repent; But Heaven Hath Pleas'd It So To Punish Me With This, And This With Me, That I Must Be Their Scourge And Minister. I Will Bestow Him, And Will Answer Well The Death I Gave Him. So Again Good Night. I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind. Thus Bad Begins And Worse Remains Behind.