For you and I are past our dancing days.

Falsehood falsehood cures

How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath?

The venom clamours of a jealous woman poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

But wherefore could not I pronounce 'Amen'? I had most need of blessing, and 'Amen' Stuck in my throat.

Hang there like fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!

Let each man do his best.