You're In Love? Out Out Of Love?

She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

This Royal Throne Of Kings, This Scepter'd Isle, This Earth Of Majesty, This Seat Of Mars, This Other Eden, Demi-paradise.

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

To Move Wild Laughter In The Throat Of Death? It Cannot Be; It Is Impossible: Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

You May My Glories And My State Depose, But Not My Griefes; Still Am I King Of Those.