Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full

It Provokes The Desire But It Takes Away The Performance. Therefore Much Drink May Be Said To Be An Equivocator With Lechery: It Makes Him And It Mars Him; It Sets Him On And It Takes Him Off.

Well, I'll Repent, And That Suddenly, While I Am In Some Liking; I Shall Be Out Of Heart Shortly, And Then I Shall Have No Strength To Repent.

Vengeance Is In My Heart, Death In My Hand,blood And Revenge Are Hammering In My Head.

But I Will Wear My Heart Upon My Sleeve For Daws To Peck At: I Am Not What I Am.

Tis Our Fast Intent To Shake All Cares And Business From Our Age, Conferring Them On Younger Strengths, While We Unburdened Crawl Toward Death.