I Am In Blood Stepp'd In So

Love Surfeits Not, Lust Like A Glutton Dies; Love Is All Truth, Lust Full Of Forged Lies

On Your Eyelids Crown The God Of Sleep, Charming Your Blood With Pleasing Heaviness, Making Such Difference 'twixt Wake And Sleep As Is The Difference Betwixt Day And Night The Hour Before The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.

Virtue Itself Turns Vice, Being Misapplied, And Vice Sometime By Action Dignified.

More Matter With Less Art.