A Table Full Of Welcome Makes Scarce

Things At The Worst Will Cease Or Else Climb Upward To What They Were Before.

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.

We Do Not Keep The Outward Form Of Order, Where There Is Deep Disorder In The Mind.

An Earnest Conjuration From The King, As England Was His Faithful Tributary, As Love Between Them Like The Palm Might Flourish, As Peace Should Still Her Wheaten Garland Wear And Stand A Comma 'tween Their Amities, And Many Such-like As's Of Great Charge, That, On The View And Knowing Of These Contents, Without Debatement Further, More Or Less, He Should The Bearers Put To Sudden Death, Not Shriving Time Allow'd.