Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy.

Opinion, A Sovereign Mistress Of Effects.

Four Days Will Quickly Steep Themselves In Nights; Four Nights Will Quickly Dream Away The Time; And Then The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven, Shall Behold The Night Of Our Solemnities.

Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given To Lying!

If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit The Mark