I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine,

Men Should Be What They Seem; Or Those That Be Not, Would They Might Seem None!.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits The Dark.

Cannot You Tell That? Every Fool Can Tell That. It Was The Very Day That Young Hamlet Was Born, He That Is Mad And Sent Into England." "ay, Marry, Why Was He Sent Into England?" "why, Because He Was Mad. He Shall Recover His Wits There, Or, If He Do Not, It's No Great Matter There." "why?" "'twill Not Be Seen In Him There. There The Men Are As Mad As He.

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.