Ready To Go But Never To Return.

One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning, One Pain Is Lessen'd By Another's Anguish.

You Saw Her Fair, None Else Being By, Herself Pois'd With Herself In Either Eye; But In That Crystal Scales Let There Be Weigh'd Your Lady's Love Against Some Other Maid That I Will Show You Shining At This Feast, And She Shall Scant Show Well That Now Seems Best.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

What Valor Were It, When A Cur Doth Grin, For One To Thrust His Hand Between His Teeth, When He Might Spurn Him With His Foot Away?

Avaunt, You Cullions!