I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll

This Act Is An Ancient Tale New Told; And, In The Last Repeating, Troublesome, Being Urged At A Time Unseasonable.

I'll Look To Like; If Looking, Liking Move.

When A Father Gives To His Son, Both Laugh; When A Son Gives To His Father, Both Cry.

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.

Have I Caught Thee, My Heavenly Jewel? Why, Now Let Me Die, For I Have Lived Long Enough.