Many Can Brook The Weather That Love

Let None Presume To Wear An Undeserved Dignity. O That Estates, Degrees, And Offices Were Not Derived Corruptly, And That Clear Honour Were Purchased By The Merit Of The Wearer!

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?

Is There No Pity Sitting In The Clouds, That Sees Into The Bottom Of My Grief?

It Is My Soul That Calls Upon My Name; How Silver-sweet Sound Lovers' Tongues By Night, Like Softest Music To Attending Ears! -romeo

I'll Have No Husband, If You Be Not He.