Though Inclination Be As Sharp As Will,

I Do Love Nothing In The World So Well As You- Is Not That Strange?

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

Lay Her I' The Earth: And From Her Fair And Unpolluted Flesh May Violets Spring! I Tell Thee, Churlish Priest, A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be, When Thou Liest Howling. Hamlet. What, The Fair Ophelia! Queen Gertrude. Sweets To The Sweet: Farewell!

When That The Poor Have Cried, Caesar Hath Wept: Ambition Should Be Made Of Sterner Stuff: Yet Brutus Says He Was Ambitious; And Brutus Is An Honourable Man.

'tis Better To Bear The Ills We Have Than Fly To Others That We Know Not Of.