I'll Be Damned For Never A King's

It Was Always Yet The Trick Of Our English Nation, If They Have A Good Thing, To Make It Too Common.

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.

Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out Of Use