Memory, The Warder Of The Brain.

Is It Not Strange That Desire Should So Many Years Outlive Performance?

Wine Loved I Deeply, Dice Dearly.

The Hideous God Of War.

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.

You Lie, In Faith; For You Are Call'd Plain Kate, And Bonny Kate And Sometimes Kate The Curst; But Kate, The Prettiest Kate In Christendom Kate Of Kate Hall, My Super-dainty Kate, For Dainties Are All Kates, And Therefore, Kate, Take This Of Me, Kate Of My Consolation; Hearing Thy Mildness Praised In Every Town, Thy Virtues Spoke Of, And Thy Beauty Sounded, Yet Not So Deeply As To Thee Belongs, Myself Am Moved To Woo Thee For My Wife.