These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In Offers. You Taught Me First To Beg, And Now Methinks You Teach Me How A Beggar Should Be Answered.

Delay Leads Impotent And Snail-paced Beggary.

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

He Does Me Double Wrong That Wounds Me With The Flatteries Of His Tongue.

It Is Great To Do That Thing That Ends All Other Deeds, Which Shackles Accidents And Bolts Up Change.