See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The

What's The News? None, My Lord, But That The World's Grown Honest, Then Is Doomsday Near.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.

By Heaven, My Soul Is Purg'd From Grudging Hate; And With My Hand I Seal My True Heart's Love

Romans, Countrymen, And Lovers, Hear Me For My Cause, And Be Silent, That You May Hear.

I Have Of Late--but Wherefore I Know Not--lost All My Mirth, Forgone All Custom Of Exercise.