I Go, I Go, Look How I

Right Joyous Are We To Behold Your Face, Most Worthy Brother England; Fairly Met!

The Devil Knew What He Did When He Made Men Politic; He Crossed Himself By It.

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent.

Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield, Day, To Night!