A Knavish Speech Sleeps In A Fool's

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here?

And Oftentimes, To Win Us To Our Harm, The Instruments Of Darkness Tell Us Truths, Win Us With Honest Trifles, To Betray's In Deepest Consequence

Daffodils, That Come Before The Swallow Dares, And Take The Winds Of March With Beauty.

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.