Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield,

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?

Of All Base Passions, Fear Is The Most Accursed.

Home-keeping Youth Have Ever Homely Wits.

They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have Good Faces.

What Should Such Fellows As I Do Crawling Between Earth And Heaven?