A Good Man's Fortune May Grow Out

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.

It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood Will Have Blood.

I Was Too Young That Time To Value Her, But Now I Know Her. If She Be A Traitor, Why, So Am I. We Still Have Slept Together, Rose At An Instant, Learned, Played, Eat Together, And Wheresoe'er We Went, Like Juno's Swans, Still We Went Coupled And Inseparable.

Each Substance Of A Grief Has Twenty Shadows.

So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.