If Yon Bethink Yourself Of Any Crime

Wolves And Bears, They Say, Casting Their Savagery Aside, Have Done Like Offices Of Pity.

We Have Seen Better Days.

There's Rosemary And Rue. These Keep Seeming And Savor All The Winter Long. Grace And Remembrance Be To You.

Though I Be But Prince Of Wales, Yet I Am The King Of Courtesy.

So Sweet Was Ne'er So Fatal. I Must Weep. But They Are Creul Tears. This Sorrow's Heavenly; It Strikes Where It Doth Love.