O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily Won To

Men Have Died From Time To Time, And Worms Have Eaten Them, But Not For Love.

Never Durst Poet Touch A Pen To Write Until His Ink Were Temper'd With Love's Sighs.

One Sin Another Doth Provoke.

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!

O You Beast! I'll So Maul You And Your Toasting-iron, That You Shall Think The Devil Is Come From Hell.