He Hath Eaten Me Out Of House

The Hand That Hath Made You Fair Hath Made You Good.

Thy Wit Is A Very Bitter Sweeting; It Is A Most Sharp Sauce.

How Many A Holy And Obsequious Tear Hath Dear Religious Love Stolen From Mine Eye, As Interest Of The Dead!

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

Who Is It Can Read A Woman?