One woe doth tread upon another's heel. So fast they follow.

“I could be well moved, if I were as you;If I could pray to move, prayers would …”

“I wish my horse had the speed of your tongue.”

“Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, oh you the doors…”

“By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death: I'll ne'er…”