I Have Not Slept One Wink.

Nor Aught So Good But Strained From That Fair Use, Revolts From True Birth Stumbling On Abuse.

A Gentleman That Loves To Hear Himself Talk, Will Speak More In A Minute Than He Will Stand To In A Month.

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

Conscience Is A Blushing, Shamefaced Spirit Than Mutinies In A Man's Bosom; It Fills One Full Of Obstacles.

Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?