Be To Yourself As You Would To

He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His Horses.

Sick In The World's Regard, Wretched And Low.

I Can Express No Kinder Sign Of Love, Than This Kind Kiss.

Villains, Vipers, Damn'd Without Redemption; Dogs, Easily Won To Fawn On Any Man; Snakes In My Heart-blood Warm'd, That Sing My Heart; Three Judases, Each One Thrice Worse Than Judas.

Nothing In His Life Became Him Like Leaving It.