Two May Keep Counsel Putting

The Insolence Of Office.

They Are Sick That Surfeit With Too Much, As They That Starve With Nothing.

I'll Say She Looks As Clear As Morning Roses Newly Washed With Dew.

So Far Be Distant; And Good Night, Sweet Friend: Thy Love Ne'er Alter, Till They Sweet Life End

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.