I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

To Think But Nobly Of My Grandmother: Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons.

If It Be Aught Toward The General Good, Set Honor In One Eye And Death I' Th' Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently; For Let The Gods So Speed Me As I Love The Name Of Honor More Than I Fear Death.

Love Runs Away From Those Chasing Her, And Those Who Run Away, She Throws Herself On His Neck.

Now I Am Past All Comforts Here, But Prayer.