Oh, God! I Have An Ill-divining Soul!

Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't Thou Say'st? Her Voice Was Ever Soft.

Welcome Ever Smiles, And Farewell Goes Out Sighing.

Thanks To Men Of Noble Minds, Is Honorable Meed.

For Grief Is Crowned With Consolation.

Ay; Beauty's Princely Majesty Is Such, Confounds The Tongue And Makes The Senses Rough.