Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False

It Is My Soul That Calls Upon My Name; How Silver-sweet Sound Lovers' Tongues By Night, Like Softest Music To Attending Ears! -romeo

O, Train Me Not, Sweet Mermaid, With Thy Note, To Drown Me In Thy Sister’s Flood Of Tears.

Soft Pity Enters An Iron Gate.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

When Workmen Strive To Do Better Than Well, They Do Confound Their Skill In Covetousness.