Earth-treading Stars That Make Dark Heaven Light

Even So; An't Please Your Worship, Brakenbury, You May Partake Of Any Thing We Say: We Speak No Treason, Man; We Say The King Is Wise And Virtuous, And His Noble Queen Well Struck In Years, Fair, And Not Jealous; We Say That Shore's Wife Hath A Pretty Foot, A Cherry Lip, A Bonny Eye, A Passing Pleasing Tongue; And That The Queen's Kindred Are Made Gentlefolks.

The Fashion Of The World Is To Avoid Cost, And You Encounter It.

So Long As Men Can Breathe, Or Eyes Can See, So Long Lives This, And This Gives Life To Thee.

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.

Cease Thy Counsel, For Thy Words Fall Into My Ears As Priceless As Water Into A Seive.