To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An

Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.

If The Boy Have Not A Woman's Gift To Rain A Shower Of Commanded Tears, An Onion Will Do Well For Such A Shift.

He's A Soldier; And For One To Say A Soldier Lies, Is Stabbing.

Beware Of Entrance To A Quarrel.

And In Some Perfumes There Is More Delight Than In The Breath That From My Mistress Reeks. I Love To Hear Her Speak, Yet Well I Know That Music Hath A Far More Pleasing Sound.