Assume A Virtue, If You Have It

O' Thinkest Thou We Shall Ever Meet Again? I Doubt It Not; And All These Woes Shall Serve For Sweet Discourses In Our Times To Come.

Now All The Youth Of England Are On Fire, And Silken Dalliance In The Wardrobe Lies; Now Thrive The Armorers, And Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.

I Am Indeed Not Her Fool, But Her Corrupter Of Words. (act Iii, Sc. I, 37-38)

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.

I Heard A Bird So Sing, Whose Music, To My Thinking, Pleased The King.