Justice Always Whirls In Equal Measure.

They Told Me I Was Everything. 'tis A Lie, I Am Not Ague-proof.

Season Your Admiration For A While.

O, The Difference Of Man And Man! To Thee A Woman's Services Are Due.

No Evil Lost Is Wailed When It Is Gone.

I Am Not Yet Of Percy's Mind, The Hotspur Of The North; He That Kills Me Some Six Or Seven Dozen Of Scots As A Breakfast, Washes His Hands, And Says To His Wife, 'fie Upon This Quiet Life! I Want Work.