'tis Best To Weigh The Enemy More

Which Means She To Deceive, Father Or Mother?

Will All Great Neptune's Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No, This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.

Is Not Birth, Beauty, Good Shape, Discourse, Manhood, Learning, Gentleness, Virtue, Youth, Liberality, And Such Like, The Spice And Salt That Season A Man

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth