Fools Are Not Mad Folks.

I Am Too Old To Fawn Upon A Nurse, Too Far In Years To Be A Pupil Now.

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?

What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed, To Bed, To Bed.

Though Those That Are Betray'd Do Feel The Treason Sharply, Yet The Traitor Stands In Worse Case Of Woe

O All You Host Of Heaven! O Earth! What Else? And Shall I Couple Hell?