I Have No Other But A Woman's

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments. Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds, Or Bends With The Remover To Remove: O No! It Is An Ever-fixed Mark That Looks On Tempests And Is Never Shaken; It Is The Star To Every Wandering Bark, Whose Worth's Unknown, Although His Height Be Taken. Love's Not Time's Fool, Though Rosy Lips And Cheeks Within His Bending Sickle's Compass Come: Love Alters Not With His Brief Hours And Weeks, But Bears It Out Even To The Edge Of Doom. If This Be Error And Upon Me Proved, I Never Writ, Nor No Man Ever Loved.

What Must Be Shall Be.

He Is The Most Wretched Of Men Who Has Never Felt Adversity.

I Cannot But Remember Such Things Were That Were Most Precious To Me.

Double, Double, Toil And Trouble; Fire Burn, And Cauldron Bubble!