They Lie Deadly That Tell You Have

And Nothing Can We Call Our Own But Death And That Small Model Of The Barren Earth Which Serves As Paste And Cover To Our Bones. For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings.

Sigh No More, Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever,- One Foot In Sea And One On Shore, To One Thing Constant Never.

For Some Must Watch, While Some Must Sleep So Runs The World Away

The Violence Of Either Grief Or Joy, Their Own Enactures With Themselves Destroy.

If Men Could Be Contented To Be What They Are, There Were No Fear In Marriage.