The Cunning Livery Of Hell.

I Dare Do All That May Become A Man; Who Dares Do More, Is None

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face, Therefore I Think I Am Not In The Night; Nor Doth This Wood Lack Worlds Of Company, For You In My Respect Are All The World: Then How Can It Be Said I Am Alone, When All The World Is Here To Look On Me?

Hot And Hasty, Like A Scotch Jig.

You Kiss By Th' Book.

Time's The King Of Men; He's Both Their Parent, And He Is Their Grave, And Gives Them What He Will, Not What They Crave.