Crack'd In Pieces By Malignant Death.

How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks! How Green!

Did My Heart Love Till Now? Forswear It, Sight! For I Ne'er Saw True Beauty Till This Night.

These Cardinals Trifle With Me; I Abhor; This Dilatory Sloth And Tricks Of Rome.

Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't Thou Say'st? Her Voice Was Ever Soft.

If The Masses Can Love Without Knowing Why, They Also Hate Without Much Foundation.