Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Thou Art

She's Good, Being Gone.

Confess Yourself To Heaven, Repent What's Past, Avoid What Is To Come, And Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds To Make Them Ranker.

Report Me And My Cause Aright.

There Live Not Three Good Men Unhanged In England; And One Of Them Is Fat And Grows Old.

I Knew When Seven Justices Could Not Take Up A Quarrel, But When The Parties Were Met Themselves, One Of Them Thought But Of An If, As, 'if You Said So, Then I Said So;' And They Shook Hands And Swore Brothers. Your If Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In If.