Love Is Merely A Madness.

The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven.

How Sometimes Nature Will Betray Its Folly, Its Tenderness, And Make Itself A Pastime To Harder Bosoms!

I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The House And Hurt My Brother.

True Apothecary Thy Drugs Art Quick

Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.