Ring The Alarum-bell! Blow, Wind! Come, Wrack!

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy: Life Is As Tedious As A Twice-told Tale Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man; And Bitter Shame Hath Spoil'd The Sweet World's Taste That It Yields Nought But Shame And Bitterness.

Of All Complexions The Culled Sovereignty Do Meet, As At A Fair, In Her Fair Cheek, Where Several Worthies Make One Dignity, Where Nothing Wants That Want Itself Doth Seek.

Civil Dissension Is A Viperous Worm That Gnaws The Bowels Of The Commonwealth.

Women May Fall When There's No Strength In Men.

My Brain More Busy Than The Labouring Spider Weaves Tedious Snares To Trap Mine Enemies.