Blood Will Have Blood.

The Old Folk, Time's Doting Chronicles.

You Speak Like A Green Girl / Unsifted In Such Perilous Circumstances.

Since I Do Purpose To Marry, I Will Think Nothing To Any Purpose That The World Can Say Against It; And Therefore Never Floutat Me For What I Have Said Against It; For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And This Is My Conclusion.

The Jury Passing On The Prisoner's Life May In The Sworn Twelve Have A Thief Or Two Guiltier Than Him They Try.

Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife, Get Thee A Wife!