Take It In What Sense

The Stroke Of Death Is As A Lover's Pinch, Which Hurts And Is Desired.

I Have Full Cause Of Weeping, But This Heart Shall Break Into A Hundred Thousand Flaws Or Ere I'll Weep.

More Fools Know Jack Fool Than Jack Fool Knows.

Give To A Gracious Message An Host Of Tongues, But Let Ill Tidings Tell Themselves When They Be Felt.

For Such Things As You, I Can Scarce Think There's Any, Ye're So Slight.