Rumour Doth Double, Like The

Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else.

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.

If Her Breath Were As Terrible As Her Terminations, There Were No Living Near Her, She Would Infect To The North Star!

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.

This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love, Whose Violent Property Ordoes Itself And Leads The Will To Desperate Undertakings.