Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our

They Whose Guilt Within Their Bosom Lies, Imagine Every Eye Beholds Their Blame.

Scratching Could Not Make It Worse, An't Were Such A Face As Yours Were.

Rest You Fair, Good Signior; Your Worship Was The Last Man In Our Mouths.

Unquiet Meals Make Ill Digestions.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell.