Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange

While Thou Livest Keep A Good Tongue In Thy Head.

Hopeless And Helpless Doth Egeon Wend, But To Procrastinate His Liveless End.

O That Men's Ears Should Be To Counsel Deaf But Not To Flattery!

As I Hope For Quiet Days, Fair Issue, And Long Life, With Such Love As 'tis Now, The Murkiest Den, The Most Opportune Place, The Strong'st Suggestion Our Worser Genius Can, Shall Never Melt Mine Honour Into Lust, To Take Away The Edge Of That Day's Celebration, When I Shall Think Or Phoebus' Steeds Are Founder'd Or Night Kept Chain'd Below.

It Warms The Very Sickness In My Heart, That I Shall Live And Tell Him To His Teeth, "thus Diddest Thou;"