Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.

I Do Begin To Have Bloody Thoughts.

Promising Is The Very Air O' Th' Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation. Performance Is Ever Duller For His Act; And, But In The Plainer And Simpler Kind Of People, The Deed Of Saying Is Quite Out Of Use. To Promise Is Most Courtly And Fashionable; Performance Is A Kind Of Will Or Testament Which Argues A Great Sickness In His Judgment That Makes It.