If I Can Catch Him Once Upon

Who Would Be So Mocked With Glory, Or To Live But In A Dream Of Friendship, To Have His Pomp And All What State Compounds But Only Painted, Like His Varnished Friends?

Scratching Could Not Make It Worse, An't Were Such A Face As Yours Were.

... I Am At War 'twixt Will And Will Not.

Till All Grace Be In One Woman, One Woman Shall Not Come In My Grace.

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.