Two Starving Men Cannot Be Twice As

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!

Dost Thou Think, Because Thou Art Virtuous, There Shall Be No More Cakes And Ale?

Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At Thy Leisure.

Good Lord, For Alliance! Thus Goes Every One To The World But I, And I Am Sunburnt; I May Sit In A Corner And Cry Heigh-ho For A Husband!

Ay Me! For Aught That Ever I Could Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth.