Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

You Speak Like A Green Girl / Unsifted In Such Perilous Circumstances.

You Are Not Wood, You Are Not Stones, But Men; And Being Men, Hearing The Will Of Caesar, It Will Inflame You, It Will Make You Mad.

He Kills Her In Her Own Humor.

They Love Least That Let Men Know Their Loves.

Let Me Be Boiled To Death With Melancholy.