I Can Express No Kinder Sign Of

The Heavens Themselves, The Planets, And This Centre Observe Degree, Priority, And Place, Insisture, Course, Proportion, Season, Form, Office, And Custom, In All Line Of Order.

Who Can Control His Fate?

O Me, You Juggler, You Canker-blossom, You Thief Of Love!

Oh, She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright!

We That Are True Lovers Run Into Strange Capers; But As All Is Mortal In Nature, So Is All Nature In Love Mortal In Folly.