Short Time Seems Long In Sorrow's Sharp

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.

At This Hour Lie At My Mercy All Mine Enemies.

Suspicion Shall Be All Stuck Full Of Eyes.

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

I Have Lived Long Enough. My Way Of Life Is To Fall Into The Sere, The Yellow Leaf, And That Which Should Accompany Old Age, As Honor, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends I Must Not Look To Have.