Death Is A Fearful Thing.

The Wildest Hath Not Such A Heart As You. Run When You Will, The Story Shall Be Changed: Apollo Flies, And Daphne Holds The Chase; The Dove Pursues The Griffin; The Mild Hind Makes Speed To Catch The Tiger; Bootless Speed, When Cowardice Pursues And Valour Flies.

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

O Faithless Coward! O Dishonest Wretch! Wilt Thou Be Made A Man Out Of My Vice?

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.