Devils Soonest Tempt, Resembling Spirits Of Light.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

Daffodils, That Come Before The Swallow Dares, And Take The Winds Of March With Beauty.

O, Swear Not By The Moon, The Fickle Moon, The Inconstant Moon, That Monthly Changes In Her Circle Orb, Lest That Thy Love Prove Likewise Variable

He Is Not Great Who Is Not Greatly Good.

I Take Thee At Thy Word: Call Me But Love, And I'll Be New Baptized; Henceforth I Never Will Be Romeo.