He That Hath The Steerage Of My

Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go With Thee!

You Are My True And Honourable Wife; As Dear To Me As The Ruddy Drops That Visit My Sad Heart.

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

Make Less Thy Body Hence, And More Thy Grace. Leave Gormandizing.

O, The Blood More Stirs To Rouse A Lion Than To Start A Hare!