Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To

It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency To Put A Strange Face On His Own Perfection.

Lend Less Than You Owe.

What Soilders Whey-face? The English For So Please You. Take Thy Face Hence.

Ideas Are The Very Coinage Of Your Brain.

Lords, I Protest My Soul Is Full Of Woe That Blood Should Sprinkle Me To Make Me Grow. Come, Mourn With Me For What I Do Lament, And Put Sullen Black Incontinent. I'll Make A Voyage To The Holy Land To Wash This Blood Off From My Guilty Hand. March Sadly After. Grace My Mournings Here In Weeping After This Untimely Bier.