Love Goes Toward Love As Schoolboys From

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.

This Rough Magic I Here Abjure And When I Have Required Some Heavenly Music, Which Even Now I Do, To Work Mine End Upon Their Senses That This Airy Charm Is For, I'll Break My Staff, Bury It Certain Fathoms In The Earth, And Deeper Than Did Ever Plummet Sound, I'll Drown My Book.

Be Like You Thought Our Love Would Last Too Long, If It Were Chain'd Together

It Is In Pardoning That We Are Pardoned.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.