Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow,creeps In This Petty Pace From Day To Day

Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do Suffer Love, Indeed, For I Love Thee Against My Will.

Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This Life.

Mine Eyes Were Not In Fault, For She Was Beautiful; Mine Ears, That Heard Her Flattery; Nor My Heart, That Thought Her Like Her Seeming. It Had Been Vicious To Have Mistrusted Her.

Defer No Time, Delays Have Dangerous Ends.