O Villains, Vipers, Dogs, Easily

Take But Degree Away, Untune That String, And Hark, What Discord Follows!

What To Ourselves In Passion We Propose, The Passion Ending, Doth The Purpose Lose.

He Hath Eaten Me Out Of House And Home.

Just Death, Kind Umpire Of Men's Miseries.

Time Hath Not Yet So Dried This Blood Of Mine, Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention, Nor Fortune Made Such Havoc Of My Means, Nor My Bad Life Reft Me So Much Of Friends, But They Shall Find Awaked In Such A Kind Both Strength Of Limb And Policy Of Mind, Ability In Means, And Choice Of Friends, To Quit Me Of Them Throughly.