Teeth Hadst Thou In Thy

All Surfeit Is The Father Of Much Fast.

This Sleep Is Sound Indeed; This Is A Sleep That From This Golden Rigol Hath Divorc'd So Many English Kings.

When That Churl Death My Bones With Dust Shall Cover.

The Devil Knew What He Did When He Made Men Politic; He Crossed Himself By It.

There Is No Sure Foundation Set On Blood, No Certain Life Achieved By Others' Death.