Speak Comfortable Words.

For I Have Sworn Thee Fair, And Thought Thee Bright, Who Art As Black As Hell, As Dark As Night.

Indeed, Sir, He That Sleeps Feels Not The Toothache; But A Man That Were To Sleep Your Sleep, And A Hangman To Help Him To Bed, I Think He Would Change Places With His Officer; For Look You, Sir, You Know Not Which Way You Shall Go.

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

Some Falls The Means Are Happier To Rise.

Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And The Judge Of Thine Own Cause.