A Woman That Is Like A German

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

Antonio: Will You Stay No Longer? Nor Will You Not That I Go With You? Sebastian: By Your Patience, No. My Stars Shine Darkly Over Me; The Malignancy Of My Fate Might, Perhaps, Distemper Yours; Therefore I Shall Crave Of You Your Leave That I May Bear My Evils Alone. It Were A Bad Recompense For Your Love To Lay Any Of Them On You.

Faster Than Spring-time Showers Comes Thought On Thought.

Let's Take The Instant By The Forward Top; For We Are Old, And On Our Quick'st Decrees The Inaudible And Noiseless Foot Of Time Steals Ere We Can Effect Them.