Lovers Ever Run Before The Clock

Lay Her I' The Earth: And From Her Fair And Unpolluted Flesh May Violets Spring! I Tell Thee, Churlish Priest, A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be, When Thou Liest Howling. Hamlet. What, The Fair Ophelia! Queen Gertrude. Sweets To The Sweet: Farewell!

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.

The King Hath Note Of All That They Intend, By Interception Which They Dream Not Of.

Vile Worm, Thou Wast O'erlook'd Even In Thy Birth.

The Moon Shines Bright. In Such A Night As This. When The Sweet Wind Did Gently Kiss The Trees And They Did Make No Noise, In Such A Night.