I Would Challenge You To A Battle

Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least Speak Most, To My Capacity.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected Minds To Their Deaf Pillows Will Discharge Their Secrets.

The Glowworm Shows The Matin To Be Near And Gins To Pale His Uneffectual Fire.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World.

I Shall Despair. There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die No Soul Will Pity Me: And Wherefore Should They, Since That I Myself Find In Myself No Pity To Myself?