Modest Doubt Is Called The

The Arms Are Fair, When The Intent Of Bearing Them Is Just.

These Cardinals Trifle With Me; I Abhor; This Dilatory Sloth And Tricks Of Rome.

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

O Death, Made Proud With Pure And Princely Beauty!

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told: Many A Man His Life Hath Sold But My Outside To Behold: Gilded Tombs Do Worms Enfold.