Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.

I desire you in friendship, and I will one way or other make you amends.

Thou hast the most unsavoury similes.

I am not of that feather, to shake off my friend when he must need me

Patch grief with proverbs.

I long To hear the story of your life, which must Take the ear strangely.

Pardon's the word to all.