They Met So Near With Their Lips

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love.

What Time Hath Scanted Men In Hair, He Hath Given Them In Wit.

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?

But That The Dread Of Something After Death, The Undiscover'd Country From Whose Bourn No Traveller Returns, Puzzles The Will And Makes Us Rather Bear Those Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of?