Done To Death By Slanderous Tongue

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.

When We Our Betters See Bearing Our Woes, We Scarcely Think Our Miseries Our Foes.

Faith, I Have Been A Truant In The Law And Never Yet Could Frame My Will To It, And Therefore Frame The Law Unto My Will.

A Poor Thing, Perhaps, But My Own.

They Say, The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention, Like Deep Harmony; Where Words Are Scarce, They're Seldom Spent In Vain; For They Breathe Truth, That Breathe Their Words In Pain.