She Will Die If You Love Her

I Swear Again, I Would Not Be A Queen For All The World.

You Know Who You Are, But Know Not Who You Could Be.

The Poor World Is Almost Six Thousand Years Old, And In All This Time There Was Not Any Man Died In His Own Person, Videlicet, In A Love-cause.

To Gild Refined Gold, To Paint The Lily... Is Wasteful And Ridiculous Excess

When The Sea Was Calm All Ships Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.