My Stronger Guilt Defeats My

I Have More Care To Stay Than Will To Go.

I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

Nay, Do Not Think I Flatter. For What Advancement May I Hope From Thee, That No Revenue Hast But Thy Good Spirits To Feed And Clothe Thee? Why Should The Poor Be Flattered?

Death Is A Fearful Thing.