I Can See His Pride Peep Through

Base Is The Slave That Pays.

Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.

The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained

Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do Suffer Love, Indeed, For I Love Thee Against My Will.

It Is Not, Nor It Cannot, Come To Good, But Break, My Heart, For I Must Hold My Tongue.