I Am As Vigilant As A Cat

Or Art Thou But / A Dagger Of The Mind, A False Creation, / Proceeding From The Heat-oppressed Brain?

The Time Is Out Of Joint.

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead Than You Shall Hear The Surly Sullen Bell Give Warning To The World That I Am Fled From This Vile World, With Vilest Worms To Dwell.

He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache

Let Me Confess That We Two Must Be Twain, Although Our Undivided Loves Are One.