Some There Be That Shadows

They Do Not Abuse The King That Flatter Him. For Flattery Is The Bellows Blows Up Sin; The Thing The Which Is Flattered, But A Spark To Which That Blast Gives Heat And Stronger Glowing.

The Fewer Men, The Greater Share Of Honor.

You Are My True And Honourable Wife; As Dear To Me As The Ruddy Drops That Visit My Sad Heart.

These Words Are Razors To My Wounded Heart.

Till Our King Henry Had Shook Hands With Death.