Ready To Go But Never To Return.

Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do Suffer Love, Indeed, For I Love Thee Against My Will.

Greatness, Once Fallen Out With Fortune, Must Fall Out With Men Too.

Heaven Give You Many, Many Merry Days.

No Matter Where; Of Comfort No Man Speak: Let's Talk Of Graves, Of Worms, And Epitaphs; Make Dust Our Paper And With Rainy Eyes Write Sorrow On The Bosom Of The Earth

Discomfort Guides My Tongue And Bids Me Speak Of Nothing But Despair.