Report Me And My Cause Aright.

A Light Wife Doth Make A Heavy Husband.

Nice Customs Curtsy To Great Kings.

Things Past Redress Are Now With Me Past Care

Now, My Co-mates And Brothers In Exile, Hath Not Old Custom Made This Life More Sweet Than That Of Painted Pomp? Are Not These Woods More Free From Peril Than The Envious Court?

How Many A Holy And Obsequious Tear Hath Dear Religious Love Stolen From Mine Eye, As Interest Of The Dead!