Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.

Two Loves I Have, Of Comfort And Despair, Which Like Two Spirits Do Suggest Me Still: The Better Angel Is A Man Right Fair, The Worser Spirit A Woman Coloured Ill.

I Must Be Cruel Only To Be Kind; Thus Bad Begins, And Worse Remains Behind.

Upon His Royal Face There Is No Note How Dread An Army Hath Enrounded Him.

Though It Be Honest, It Is Never Good To Bring Bad News.