There Is Throats To Be Cut, And

Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

Care I For The Limb, The Thews, The Stature, Bulk, And Big Assemblance Of A Man! Give Me The Spirit.

Finish, Good Lady; The Bright Day Is Done, And We Are For The Dark.

A Friend Should Bear His Friend's Infirmities.

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed. Maids Are May When They Are Maids, But The Sky Changes When They Are Wives.