O, She Misused Me Past The Endurance

To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds, Hollow Welcomes, Recanting Goodness, Sorry Ere 'tis Shown; But Where There Is True Friendship, There Needs None.

Rumour Doth Double, Like The Voice And Echo, The Numbers Of The Feared.

'tis The Soldier's Life To Have Their Balmy Slumbers Waked With Strife.

You Cannot, Sir, Take From Me Any Thing That I Will More Willingly Part Withal: Except My Life, Except My Life, Except My Life.

Man And Wife, Being Two, Are One In Love.