Throw Physic To The Dogs;

Avaunt, You Cullions!

I Am Bewitched With The Rogue's Company. If The Rascal Have Not Given Me Medicines To Make Me Love Him, I'll Be Hanged.

I Pray You, Do Not Fall In Love With Me, For I Am Falser Than Vows Made In Wine.

Would I Were Dead, If God's Good Will Were So, For What Is In This World But Grief And Woe?

He That Is Robbed, Not Wanting What Is Stolen, Him Not Know T, And He's Not Robbed At All.