I Say, Without Characters, Fame Lives Long.

A Woman Would Run Through Fire And Water For Such A Kind Heart.

Enjoy The Honey-heavy Dew Of Slumber.

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day And Make Me Travel Forth Without My Cloak, To Let Base Clouds O'ertake Me In My Way, Hiding They Brav'ry In Their Rotten Smoke?

I Despised My Arrival On This Earth And I Despise My Departure; It Is A Tragedy.