Lady, With Me, With Me Thy Fortune

True Hope Is Swift, And Flies With Swallow's Wings.

Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken In Jest.

Alack, There Lies More Peril In Thine Eye Than Twenty Of Their Swords: Look Thou But Sweet, And I Am Proof Against Their Enmity.

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

Why, Thou Owest God A Death.