And Nature Must Obey Necessity.

'tis Pride That Pulls The Country Down.

To Business That We Love We Rise Betime, And Go To't With Delight.

In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too Fond.

I Have A Kind Soul That Would Give You Thanks. And Knows Not How To Do It But With Tears.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity