I Am Never Merry When I Hear

If Thou Remeber'st Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Into, Thou Hast Not Lov'd

This Feather Stirs; She Lives! If It Be So, It Is A Chance Which Does Redeem All Sorrows That Ever I Have Felt.

The Better Part Of Valor Is Discretion, In The Which Better Part I Have Saved My Life.

O Comfort-killing Night, Image Of Hell, Dim Register And Notary Of Shame, Black Stage For Tragedies And Murders Fell, Vast Sin-concealing Chaos, Nurse Of Blame!

I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Methinks Would Share With Me For The Best Hope I Have.