Friendship's Full Of Dregs.

I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not Haunt Me Thus.

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

Cheerily To Sea; The Signs Of War Advance: No King Of England, If Not King Of France

Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press My Tongue-tied Patience With Too Much Disdain: Lest Sorrow Lend Me Words And Words Express, The Manner Of My Pity-wanting Pain.

Sweet Flowers Are Slow And Weeds Make Haste.