Death, Not Romeo, Take My Maidenhead!

Then Will I Raise Aloft The Milk-white Rose. For Whose Sweet Smell The Air Shall Be Perfumed.

To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth.

Against Love's Fire Fear`s Frost Hath Dissolution

If Little Faults Proceeding On Distemper Shall Not Be Winked At, How Shall We Stretch Our Eye When Capital Crimes, Chewed, Swallowed, And Digested, Appear Before Us?

The Villany You Teach Me I Shall Execute; And It Shall Go Hard But I Will Better The Instruction.