We That Are True Lovers Run Into

Fight To The Last Gasp.

I Have Thrust Myself Into This Maze, Haply To Wive And Thrive As Best I May.

If Little Faults Proceeding On Distemper Shall Not Be Winked At, How Shall We Stretch Our Eye When Capital Crimes, Chewed, Swallowed, And Digested, Appear Before Us?

He Hath Borne Himself Beyond The Promise Of His Age, Doing, In The Figure Of A Lamb, The Feats Of A Lion.

A Plague On Both Your Houses.