For They Are Yet Ear-kissing Arguments.

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

Madam, You Have Bereft Me Of All Words, Only My Blood Speaks To You In My Veins.

Ay Me! For Aught That I Could Ever Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. But, Either It Was Different In Blood,- Or Else It Stood Upon The Choice Of Friends,- Or, If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness Did Lay Siege To It.

Unhappy That I Am, I Cannot Heave My Heart Into My Mouth.

I Say There Is No Darkness But Ignorance.