Oh, Flatter Me; For Love

'tis Thought The King Is Dead; We Will Not Stay. The Bay Trees In Our Country Are All Wither'd.

He Is White-livered And Red-faced.

Thou Shalt Be Both The Plaintiff And The Judge Of Thine Own Cause.

He That Has A House To Put's Head In Has A Good Head-piece.

Men So Noble, However Faulty, Yet Should Find Respect For What They Have Been: 'tis A Cruelty To Load A Falling Man.