Let The Galled Jade Wince; Our Withers

Though I Am Not Naturally Honest, I Am Sometimes So By Chance.

My Love's More Richer Than My Tongue.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!