These words are razors to my wounded heart".

“Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word:If thou art dun, we'll draw thee…”

“your son has paid the soldier’s price: death. He only lived long enough to beco…”

“Why, such is love's transgression.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,Whi…”

“One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to …”