How Poor Are They That Have Not

I Have Pursued Her, As Love Hath Pursued Me

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man

Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious Turtles Ere One Chaste Man.

I Have A Soul Of Lead So Stakes Me To The Ground I Cannot Move.

For Youth No Less Becomes The Light And Careless Livery That It Wears, Than Settled Age His Sables, And His Weeds Importing Health And Graveness.