Be Checked For Silence, But Never Taxed

As Love Is Full Of Unbefitting Strains, All Wanton As A Child, Skipping And Vain, Form'd By The Eye And Therefore, Like The Eye, Full Of Strange Shapes, Of Habits And Of Forms, Varying In Subjects As The Eye Doth Roll To Every Varied Object In His Glance

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness.

Such Thanks As Fits A King's Remembrance.

A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.