Your Cause Of Sorrow Must Not Be

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.

Out Of My Sight! Thou Dost Infect Mine Eyes.

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate! Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late! Prodigious Birth Of Love It Is To Me, That I Must Love A Loathed Enemy.

The Blood Of Youth Burns Not With Such Excess As Gravity's Revolt To Wantonness.

O Constancy, Be Strong Upon My Side, Set A Huge Mountain 'tween My Heart And Tongue! I Have A Man's Mind, But A Woman's Might.