Such Antics Do Not Amount

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineer Hoist With His Own Petar; And't Shall Go Hard But I Will Delve One Yard Below Their Mines And Blow Them At The Moon.

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

It Is Not Vain Glory For A Man And His Glass To Confer In His Own Chamber.

Though Those That Are Betray'd Do Feel The Treason Sharply, Yet The Traitor Stands In Worse Case Of Woe

She's Gone. I Am Abused, And My Relief Must Be To Loathe Her.