To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

Well, I Will Find You Twenty Lascivious Turtles Ere One Chaste Man.

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.

I'll Note You In My Book Of Memory.

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.