Conceit In Weakest Bodies Works The Strongest.

But If The While I Think On Thee, Dear Friend, All Losses Are Restored And Sorrows End.

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.

The Hand That Hath Made You Fair Hath Made You Good.

That Is Honor's Scorn Which Challenges Itself As Honor's Born And Is Not Like The Sire. Honors Thrive When Rather From Our Acts We Them Derive Than Our Foregoers.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow