Men's Faults Do Seldom To Themselves Appear.

Wherefore Was I To This Keen Mockery Born? When At Your Hands Did I Deserve This Scorn? Is't Not Enough, Is't Not Enough, Young Man, That I Did Never, No, Nor Never Can, Deserve A Sweet Look From Demetrius' Eye, But You Must Flout My Insufficiency?

O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

There's Some Ill Planet Reigns: I Must Be Patient Till The Heavens Look With An Aspect More Favourable.

I Think The King Is But A Man As I Am: The Violet Smells To Him As It Doth To Me.

He Hath Eaten Me Out Of House And Home.