Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As

He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache

I'll Take Thy Word For Faith, Not Ask Thine Oath; Who Shuns Not To Break One Will Sure Crack Both.

Sit By My Side, And Let The World Slip: We Shall Ne'er Be Younger.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

Ere Yet The Salt Of Most Unrighteous Tears Had Left The Flushing Of Her Gallèd Eyes, She Married. O, Most Wicked Speed, To Post With Such Dexterity To Incestuous Sheets!