Most Friendship Is Faining, Most Loving Mere

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.

Great Men Should Drink With Harness On Their Throats.

O, A Kiss Long As My Exile, Sweet As My Revenge! Now, By The Jealous Queen Of Heaven, That Kiss I Carried From Thee, Dear, And My True Lip Hath Virgined It E'er Since.

My Heart Suspects More Than Mine Eye Can See.

To Go To Bed After Midnight Is To Go To Bed Betimes