Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

I Never Yet Did Hear, That The Bruis'd Heart Was Pierced Through The Ear

Methought I Was Enamour'd Of An Ass.

... And Death Unloads Thee.

There Are Many Events In The Womb Of Time Which Will Be Delivered.

When Heaven Doth Weep, Doth Not The Earth O'erflow? If The Winds Rage, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threatening The Welkin With His Big-swollen Face?