I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
He hath eaten me out of house and home.
Delay leads impotent and snail-paced beggary.
What are you doing sister? / Killing swine.
If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.
To beguile the time, look like the time. Bear welcome in your eye, your hand, your tongue.