Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!

There's Villainous News Abroad.

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

God Send Everyone Their Heart's Desire!

Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltness Of Time.

All Lovers Swear More Performance Than They Are Able, And Yet Reserve An Ability That They Never Perform; Vowing More Than The Perfection Of Ten, And Discharging Less Than The Tenth Part Of One.