An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To

I Am Wrapped In Dismal Thinking.

No Deeper Wrinkles Yet? Hath Sorrow Struck So Many Blows Upon This Face Of Mine And Made No Deeper Wounds?

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

What Soilders Whey-face? The English For So Please You. Take Thy Face Hence.

Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come