Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell

Art Thou Afeard To Be The Same In Thine Own Act And Valour As Thou Art In Desire? Wouldst Thou Have That Which Thou Esteem'st The Ornament Of Life, And Live A Coward In Thine Own Esteem, Letting 'i Dare Not' Wait Upon 'i Would,' Like The Poor Cat I' The Adage?

Some Falls The Means Are Happier To Rise.

We Came Into The World Like Brother And Brother, And Now Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

For Trust Not Him That Hath Once Broken Faith

So Many Miseries Have Craz'd My Voice, That My Woe-wearied Tongue Is Still And Mute.