The fittest time to corrupt a man's wife is when she's fallen out with her husband.

Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous seas incarnadine, making the green one red.

true apothecary thy drugs art quick

Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well

So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.