Take Physic, Pomp; Expose Thyself To Feel

Come, Lady, Die To Live.

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead Than You Shall Hear The Surly Sullen Bell Give Warning To The World That I Am Fled From This Vile World, With Vilest Worms To Dwell.

My Affection Hath An Unknown Bottom, Like The Bay Of Portugal.

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.