Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!

Falsehood Falsehood Cures

I Love Thee, I Love Thee With A Love That Shall Not Die. Till The Sun Grows Cold And The Stars Grow Old.

If She Be Not Honest, Chaste, And True, There's No Man Happy.

Take Physic, Pomp; Expose Thyself To Feel What Wretches Feel, That Thou Mayst Shake The Superflux To Them And Show The Heavens More Just.