The Loyalty, Well Held To Fools, Does

What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed, To Bed, To Bed.

Is It Not Strange That Desire Should So Many Years Outlive Performance?

I Will Chide No Breather In The World But Myself, Against Whom I Know Most Faults.

Thou Knowest, Winter Tames Man, Woman, And Beast.

Grief Fills The Room Up Of My Absent Child, Lies In His Bed, Walks Up And Down With Me, Puts On His Pretty Look, Repeats His Words, Remembers Me Of His Gracious Parts, Stuffs Out His Vacant Garments With His Form