I Had Rather Live With Cheese And

To Kill, I Grant, Is Sin's Extremest Gust; But, In Defence, By Mercy, 'tis Most Just.

What? Do I Love Her, That I Desire To Hear Her Speak Again, And Feast Upon Her Eyes

Good Company, Good Wine, Good Welcome, Can Make Good People.

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

O Father Abram, What These Christians Are, Whose Own Hard Dealing Teaches Them Suspect The Thoughts Of Others!