That Truth Should Be Silent

Men Have Died From Time To Time, And Worms Have Eaten Them, But Not For Love.

Hasty Marriage Seldom Proveth Well.

Yon Grey Lines That Fret The Clouds Are Messengers Of Day.

O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?