I Will Kill Thee A Hundred And

Two Women Placed Together Makes Cold Weather.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most? Ha! Not She: Nor Doth She Tempt: But It Is I That, Lying By The Violet In The Sun, Do As The Carrion Does, Not As The Flower, Corrupt With Virtuous Season.

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.

In Such Business Action Is Eloquence, And The Eyes Of Th’ Ignorant More Learned Than The Ears.

Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands With Death.