Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Courage Mounteth With Occasion.

O You Beast! I'll So Maul You And Your Toasting-iron, That You Shall Think The Devil Is Come From Hell.

Lady, With Me, With Me Thy Fortune Lies.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow

A Whoreson Jackanapes Must Take Me Up For Swearing; As If I Borrowed Mine Oaths Of Him And Might Not Spend Them At My Pleasure. When A Gentleman Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths, Ha?