Two Starving Men Cannot Be Twice As

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

A Scar Nobly Got Is A Good Livery Of Honor.

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

Why Should You Think That I Should Woo In Scorn? Scorn And Derision Never Come In Tears: Look, When I Vow, I Weep; And Vows So Born, In Their Nativity All Truth Appears. How Can These Things In Me Seem Scorn To You, Bearing The Badge Of Faith, To Prove Them True?