For Some Must Watch, While

So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life, Or As Sweet Seasoned Showers Are To The Ground.

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?

You Told A Lie, An Odious Damned Lie; Upon My Soul, A Lie, A Wicked Lie.

Out Of This Nettle - Danger - We Pluck This Flower - Safety.

An Two Men Ride Of A Horse, One Must Ride Behind.