Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our

But Here's The Joy: My Friend And I Are One, Sweet Flattery!

This Act Is An Ancient Tale New Told; And, In The Last Repeating, Troublesome, Being Urged At A Time Unseasonable.

So Shalt Thou Feed On Death, That Feeds On Men.

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.

Where Love Is Great, The Littlest Doubts Are Fear; Where Little Fears Grow Great, Great Love Grows There.