Now Join Your Hands, And With Your

He Was Not So Much Brain As Earwax

I Loved Ophelia. Forty Thousand Brothers Could Not, With All Their Quantity Of Love, Make Up My Sum.

Ay; Beauty's Princely Majesty Is Such, Confounds The Tongue And Makes The Senses Rough.

Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve Ever.

My Love Is Deep; The More I Give To Thee, The More I Have, Both Are Infinite.