I Am Falser Than Vows Made In

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her, She Would Infect To The North Star!

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death!

He Uses His Folly Like A Stalking-horse, And Under The Presentation Of That He Shoots His Wit.

If We Are Mark'd To Die, We Are Enow To Do Our Country Loss; And If To Live, The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honour. God's Will! I Pray Thee; Wish Not One Man More.