He That Is Strucken Blind Can Not

Yet But Three Come One More. Two Of Both Kinds Make Up Four. Ere She Comes Curst And Sad. Cupid Is A Knavish Lad. Thus To Make Poor Females Mad.

Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve Ever.

The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our Mind. What Error Leads Must Err.

Foul Fiend Of France And Hag Of All Despite, Encompassed With Thy Lustful Paramours, Becomes It Thee To Taunt His Valiant Age And Twit With Cowardice A Man Half Dead?