Where I Could Not Be Honest, I

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

She Will Die If You Love Her Not, And She Will Die Ere She Might Make Her Love Known

My Liege, And Madam, To Expostulate What Majesty Should Be, What Duty Is, Why Day Is Day, Night Night, And Time Is Time, Were Nothing But To Waste Night, Day And Time. Therefore, Since Brevity Is The Soul Of Wit, And Tediousness The Limbs And Outward Flourishes, I Will Be Brief.

Knowing I Lov'd My Books, He Furnish'd Me From Mine Own Library With Volumes That I Prize Above My Dukedom.

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?