He Is The Most Wretched

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

The Rain, It Raineth Every Day.

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Thou Art Not So Unkind, As Man's Ingratitude.

A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

O, Pardon Me, Thou Bleeding Piece Of Earth, / That I Am Meek And Gentle With These Butchers!