This Thought Is As A Death.

Villains, Vipers, Damn'd Without Redemption; Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man; Snakes In My Heart-blood Warm'd, That Sing My Heart; Three Judases, Each One Thrice Worse Than Judas.

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

For What Good Turn? Messenger: For The Best Turn Of The Bed.

One Fairer Than My Love? The All-seeing Sun Ne'er Saw Her Match Since First The World Begun.

He Is Winding The Watch Of His Wit; By And By It Will Strike.