What's Done Can't Be Undone.

Nymph, In Thy Orisons Be All My Sins Remembered!

Beauty Is Bought By Judgement Of The Eye.

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.

Ay Me! Sad Hours Seem Long.

Give Me Mine Angle, We'll To Th' River: There, My Music Playing Far Off, I Will Betray Tawny-finned Fishes. My Bended Hook Shall Pierce Their Slimy Jaws; And As I Draw Them Up, I'll Think Them Every One An Antony, And Say, 'ah, Ha! Are Caught!'