This Thou Perceivest, Which Makes Thy Love

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.

The Gods Are Deaf To Hot And Peevish Vows. They Are Polluted Off'rings, More Abhorred! Than Spotted Livers In The Sacrifice.

Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.

A Fool, A Fool! I Met A Fool I' Th' Forest, A Motley Fool! A Miserable World! As I Do Live By Food, I Met A Fool Who Laid Him Down And Basked Him In The Sun And Railed On Lady Fortune In Good Terms, In Good Set Terms, And Yet A Motley Fool.