If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And

Ay Me! For Aught That I Could Ever Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. But, Either It Was Different In Blood,- Or Else It Stood Upon The Choice Of Friends,- Or, If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness Did Lay Siege To It.

Truth Is Truth To The End Of Reckoning.

I Will Be Correspondent To Command, And Do My Spiriting Gently.

An Two Men Ride Of A Horse, One Must Ride Behind.

I Will Chide No Breather In The World But Myself, Against Whom I Know Most Faults.