Conscience Is A Thousand Swords.

My Business Was Great, And In Such A Case As Mine A Man May Strain Courtesy.

There's Rosemary And Rue. These Keep Seeming And Savor All The Winter Long. Grace And Remembrance Be To You.

This Goodly Frame, The Earth, Seems To Me A Sterile Promontory.

A Woman's Fitness Comes By Fits.

There's Some Ill Planet Reigns: I Must Be Patient Till The Heavens Look With An Aspect More Favourable.