Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil

Some Sins Do Bear Their Privilege On Earth, And So Doth Yours: Your Fault Was Not Your Folly; Needs Must You Lay Your Heart At His Dispose, Subjected Tribute To Commanding Love, Against Whose Fury And Unmatched Force The Aweless Lion Could Not Wage The Fight Nor Keep His Princely Heart From Richard's Hand.

The Color Of The King Doth Come And Go, Between His Purpose And His Conscience, Like Heralds 'twixt Two Dreadful Battles Set: His Passion Is So Ripe, It Needs Must Break.

Grace And Remembrance Be To You Both.

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And Fish Have No Fin.