It Is A Good Divine That Follows

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

Your Tale, Sir, Would Cure Deafness.

Murder Most Foul, As In The Best It It; But This Most Foul, Strange, And Unnatural.

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.