Out Of My Sight! Thou Dost Infect

Some Grief Shows Much Of Love, But Much Of Grief Shows Still Some Want Of Wit.

Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons, Nor Time In You?

Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That Lift Their Swords, In Such A Just And Charitable War.

You Are Not Worth Another Word, Else I'd Call You Knave.