Soft Pity Enters An Iron

There Is Throats To Be Cut, And Works To Be Done.

The Poorest Service Is Repaid With Thanks.

You Had Measured How Long A Fool You Were Upon The Ground.

I Would Give All Of My Fame For A Pot Of Ale And Safety.

Lawn As White As Driven Snow; Cyprus Black As E'er Was Crow; Gloves As Sweet As Damask Roses.