Love Is . . . A Madness

It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye, Kills Me To Look On't.

I Dare Do All That May Become A Man; Who Dares Do More, Is None

Think, When We Talk Of Horses, That You See Them Printing Their Proud Hoofs I' The Receiving Earth.

Fortune Brings In Some Boats That Are Not Steered.

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?