By Heaven, I Love Thee Better Than

This Was The Noblest Roman Of Them All. All The Conspirators, Save Only He,did That They Did In Envy Of Caesar;he Only, In A General Honest Thoughtand Common Good To All, Made One Of Them. His Life Was Gentle, And The Elementsso Mixd In Him That Nature Might Stand Upand Say To All The World, This Was A Man!

I Am A Feather For Each Wind That Blows

Yet Who Would Have Thought The Old Man To Have Had So Much Blood In Him? - Lady Macbeth

Love Is Merely A Madness.

I Do Not Seek To Quench Your Love's Hot Fire, But Qualify The Fire's Extreme Rage, Lest It Should Burn Above The Bounds Of Reason.