The Curse Of Marriage That We Can

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.

Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May.

What, With My Tongue In Your Tail? Nay, Come Again, Good Kate; I Am A Gentleman.

I Feel Within Me A Peace Above All Earthly Dignities, A Still And Quiet Conscience.