Equality Of Two Domestic Powers Breeds Scrupulous

There's Rosemary, That's For Remembrance. Pray You, Love, Remember.

A Little Fire Is Quickly Trodden Out, Which, Being Suffer'd, Rivers Cannot Quench.

My Joy Is Death- Death, At Whose Name I Oft Have Been Afeard, Because I Wish'd This World's Eternity.

Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary Run.

So Fair And Foul A Day I Had Not Seen.