Some Cupid Kills With Arrows,

Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.

I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But Use None.

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror.

Stars Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires: The Eyes Wink At The Hand; Yet Let That Be Which The Eye Fears, When It Is Done, To See