Love Is Your Master, For He Masters

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy: Life Is As Tedious As A Twice-told Tale Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man; And Bitter Shame Hath Spoil'd The Sweet World's Taste That It Yields Nought But Shame And Bitterness.

Ill Deeds Are Doubled With An Evil Word.

For Such Things As You, I Can Scarce Think There's Any, Ye're So Slight.

Thy Food Is Such As Hath Been Belch'd On By Infected Lungs.