The Love Of Heaven Makes One Heavenly.

My Conscience Hath A Thousand Several Tongues, And Every Tongue Brings In A Several Tale, And Every Tale Condemns Me For A Villain. Perjury, Perjury, In The High'st Degree; Murder, Stern Murder In The Dir'st Degree, Throng To The Bar, Crying All, 'guilty!, Guilty!

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowledge Mine.

My Love Admits No Qualifying Dross

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Thou Art Not So Unkind, As Man's Ingratitude.

A Knavish Speech Sleeps In A Fool's Ear.