Juliet Is The East And I Am

Why, Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe. There's Nothing Situate Under Heaven's Eye But Hath His Bound, In Earth, In Sea, In Sky.

What, No More Ceremony? See, My Women! Against The Blown Rose May They Stop Their Nose That Kneel'd Unto The Buds.

To Weep Is To Make Less The Depth Of Grief.

How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

Good Things Should Be Praised.