I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My

There Was Never Yet Philosopher That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently

Dead Shepherd, Now I Find Thy Saw Of Might. Whoever Lov'd That Lov'd Not At First Sight.

It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood Will Have Blood.

With These Shreds They Vented Their Complainings, Which Being Answered And A Petition Granted Them, A Strange One, To Break The Heart Of Generosity, And Make Bold Power Look Pale, They Threw Their Caps As They Would Hang Them On The Horns O' Th' Moon, Shouting Their Emulation.

Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of Fire.