There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.

The empty vessel makes the loudest sound.

I understand thy kisses, and thou mine, And that's a feeling disputation.

For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood.

wert thou as far As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.

in black ink my love may still shine bright.

When faced with a sea of troubles, take action, and in so doing end it.