I Was Adored Once Too.

To Be In Love- Where Scorn Is Bought With Groans, Coy Looks With Heart-sore Sighs, One Fading Moment's Mirth With Twenty Watchful, Weary, Tedious Nights; If Haply Won, Perhaps A Hapless Gain; If Lost, Why Then A Grievous Labour Won; However, But A Folly Bought With Wit, Or Else A Wit By Folly Vanquished.

Let Us Not Burden Our Remembrances With A Heaviness That's Gone.

There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In Things Evil, Would Men Observingly Distill It Out.

I'll Teach You Differences.

Something Is Rotten In The State Of Denmark.