I Will Kill Thee A Hundred And

A Glooming Peace This Morning With It Brings; The Sun, For Sorrow, Will Not Show His Head: Go Hence, To Have More Talk Of These Sad Things; Some Shall Be Pardon'd, And Some Punished: For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

Receive What Cheer You May. The Night Is Long That Never Finds The Day.

Tears Water Our Growth.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.