Can It Be Chat Modesty May More

It Is My Soul That Calls Upon My Name; How Silver-sweet Sound Lovers' Tongues By Night, Like Softest Music To Attending Ears! -romeo

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face.

She's Beautiful, And Therefore To Be Wooed; She Is A Woman, Therefore To Be Won.

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.

Weep Not, Sweet Queen, For Trickling Tears Are Vain.