Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's

Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't Thou Say'st? Her Voice Was Ever Soft.

When Thou Cam'st First, Thou Strok'st Me And Made Much Of Me; Wouldst Give Me Water With Berries In't; And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night; And Then I Loved Thee And Showed Thee All The Qualities O' Th' Isle, The Fresh Springs, Brine-pits, Barren Place And Fertile.

Falsehood Falsehood Cures

You Are Made Rather To Wonder At The Things You Hear Than To Work Any.

To Show An Unfelt Sorrow Is An Office Which The False Man Does Easy.