Love Bears It Out Even To The

There Is None Of My Uncle's Marks Upon You; He Taught Me How To Know A Man In Love; In Which Cage Of Rushes I Am Sure You Are Not Prisoner.

I Have Pursued Her, As Love Hath Pursued Me

It Is Thyself, Mine Own Self's Better Part; Mine Eye's Clear Eye, My Dear Heart's Dearer Heart; My Food, My Fortune, And My Sweet Hope's Aim, My Sole Earth's Heaven, And My Heaven's Claim.

I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son Is Mad.

Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None Of It.