A Wicked Conscience Mouldeth Goblins Swift As

I Hold Him But A Fool That Will Endanger His Body For A Girl That Loves Him Not.

A Politician... One That Would Circumvent God.

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.

It Is Not, Nor It Cannot, Come To Good, But Break, My Heart, For I Must Hold My Tongue.

Now Old Desire Doth In His Deathbed Lie, And Young Affection Gapes To Be His Heir; That Fair For Which Love Groan'd For And Would Die, With Tender Juliet Match'd, Is Now Not Fair.