What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak

It Is War's Prize To Take All Vantages; And Ten To One Is No Impeach Of Valor.

"lawyers Are": Perilous Mouths.

Come Away, Come Away, Death, And In Sad Cypres Let Me Be Laid; Fly Away, Fly Away, Breath; I Am Slain By A Fair Cruel Maid.

But Fish Not With This Melancholy Bait For This Fool Gudgeon, This Opinion.

Affliction May One Day Smile Again; And Till Then, Sit Thee Down, Sorrow!.