No Particular Scandal One Can

Ay Me! For Aught That Ever I Could Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.

How Use Doth Breed A Habit In A Man.

The Thing Of Courage As Rous'd With Rage Doth Sympathise, And, With An Accent Tun'd In Self-same Key, Retorts To Chiding Fortune.

What Cannot Be Saved When Fate Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes

If Wishes Would Prevail With Me, My Purpose Should Not Fail With Me.