Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.

I Take Thee At Thy Word: Call Me But Love, And I'll Be New Baptized; Henceforth I Never Will Be Romeo.

Avaunt, You Cullions!

O, How Wretched Is That Poor Man That Hangs On Princes' Favors.

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.

My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy Behind.