I Fill Up A Place, Which May

O, The Blood More Stirs To Rouse A Lion Than To Start A Hare!

I Know A Lady In Venice Would Have Walked Barefoot To Palestine For A Touch Of His Nether Lip

Men's Eyes Were Made To Look, And Let Them Gaze. I Will Not Budge For No Man's Pleasure.

And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

They That Touch Pitch Will Be Defiled.