Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To

Finish, Good Lady; The Bright Day Is Done, And We Are For The Dark.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster

Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?

The Worm Is Not To Be Trusted.