Heaven Truly Knows That Thou Art False

Men At Sometime Are The Masters Of Their Fate.

And All My Mother Came Into Mine Eyes And Gave Me Up To Tears.

O World, World! Thus Is The Poor Agent Despised. O Traitors And Bawds, How Earnestly Are You Set A-work, And How Ill Requited! Why Should Our Endeavor Be So Loved, And The Performance So Loathed?

He That Hath A Beard Is More Than A Youth, And He That Hath No Beard Is Less Than A Man. He That Is More Than A Youth Is Not For Me, And He That Is Less Than A Man, I Am Not For Him.

Love Sees With The Heart And Not With Mind.