Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine

I Speak Of Peace, While Covert Enmity Under The Smile Of Safety Wounds The World

I Do Know Of These That Therefore Only Are Reputed Wise For Saying Nothing.

My Affection Hath An Unknown Bottom, Like The Bay Of Portugal.

I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.