My Grief Lies All Within, And These

Good Friend For Jesus Sake Forbeare, To Digg The Dust Encloased Heare! Blest Be The Man That Spares Thes Stones, And Curst Be He That Moves My Bones.

The First Thing We Do, Let's Kill All The Lawyers.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

Thou Hast Her, France; Let Her Be Thine, For We Have No Such Daughter, Nor Shall Ever See That Face Of Hers Again. Therefore Be Gone Without Our Grace, Our Love, Our Benison.

I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let Each Man Do His Best.