The Nature Of Bad News

No Visor Does Become Black Villainy So Well As Soft And Tender Flattery.

The Third Day Comes A Frost, A Killing Frost.

Mine Honour Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honour From Me, And My Life Is Done.

Nothing In His Life Became Him Like Leaving It.

Let Witchcraft Join With Beauty, Lust With Both!