My Love Is As A Fever, Longing

At This Hour Lie At My Mercy All Mine Enemies.

'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble Up, But To Support Them After.

This Rudeness Is A Sauce To His Good Wit, Which Gives Men Stomach To Digest His Words With Better Appetite.

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.

I Have Heard Of Some Kind Of Men That Put Quarrels Purposely On Others, To Taste Their Valor.