The Good I Stand On

Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And Fish Have No Fin.

Being Of No Power To Make His Wishes Good: His Promises Fly So Beyond His State That What He Speaks Is All In Debt; He Owes For Every Word.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The Heart Of Woman Is!

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.