But Here's The Joy: My Friend And

I Do Know When The Blood Burns, How Prodigal The Soul Lends The Tongue Vows.

The Past Is Prologue.

No, I Will Be The Pattern Of All Patience; I Will Say Nothing.

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.

For My Grief's So Great That No Supporter But The Huge Firm Earth Can Hold It Up: Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It. (constance, From King John, Act Iii, Scene 1)