Mercy Is Not Itself, That Oft Looks

Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear.

Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?

Young Men's Love Then Lies Not Truly In Their Hearts, But In Their Eyes.

I Am Not Prone To Weeping As Our Sex Commonly Are; The Want Of Which Vain Dew Perchance Shall Dry Your Pities; But I Have That Honorable Grief Lodged Here Which Burns Worse Than Tears Drown.