Mercutio: "if Love Be Rough With You,

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

I Pray You, In Your Letters, When You Shall These Unlucky Deeds Relate, Speak Of Me As I Am; Nothing Extenuate, Nor Set Down Aught In Malice. Then Must You Speak Of One That Loved Not Wisely But Too Well; Of One Not Easily Jealous, But Being Wrought, Perplexed In The Extreme. . .

Although The Last, Not Least.

As Good Luck Would Have It, Comes In One Mistress Page, Gives Intelligence Of Ford's Approach, And In Her Invention, And Ford's Wife's Distraction, They Conveyed Me Into A Buck-basket.

When We Our Betters See Bearing Our Woes, We Scarcely Think Our Miseries Our Foes.