When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better

For To Define True Madness, What Is't But To Be Nothing Else But Mad?

I Am The Prince Of Wales; And Think Not, Percy, To Share With Me In Glory Any More: Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

I Dote On His Very Absence.

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

In Law, What Plea So Tainted And Corrupts, But Being Seasoned With A Gracious Voice Obscures The Show Of Evil.