The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing.

It Easeth Some, Though None It Ever Cured, To Think Their Dolour Others Have Endured.

My Master Hath Been An Honorable Gentleman; Tricks He Hath Had In Him Which Gentlemen Have.

To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds, Hollow Welcomes, Recanting Goodness, Sorry Ere 'tis Shown; But Where There Is True Friendship, There Needs None.

The Sweat Of Industry Would Dry And Die, But For The End It Works To.

Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow,creeps In This Petty Pace From Day To Day