I Love You With So Much Of

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds, That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief?

The Presence Of A King Engenders Love Amongst His Subjects, And His Royal Friends.

My Soul Is In The Sky.

Let Me Tell You, Cassius, You Yourself Are Much Condemned To Have An Itching Palm.

The Sweat Of Industry Would Dry And Die, But For The End It Works To.