There Is Nothing But Roguery To Be

Tut, Man, One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning; One Pain Is Less'ned By Another's Anguish; Turn Giddy, And Be Holp By Backward Turning; One Desperate Grief Cures With Another's Languish.

No, By My Soul, I Never In My Life Did Hear A Challenge Urged More Modestly, Unless A Brother Should A Brother Dare To Gentle Exercise And Proof Of Arms.

Oh, I Am Fortune's Fool!

Or Are You Like The Painting Of A Sorrow, A Face Without A Heart?

A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It Blows A Man Up Like A Bladder.