Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!

For Murder, Though It Have No Tongue, Will Speak With Most Miraculous Organ.

Thou Seest We Are Not All Alone Unhappy: This Wide And Universal Theatre Presents More Woeful Pageants Than The Scene Wherein We Play In.

Oh, Thou Did'st Then Ne'er Love So Heartily. If Thou Rememb'rest Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Inot, Thou Has Not Loved. Of If Thou Has't Not Sat As I Do Now, Wearying They Hearer In Thy Mistress's Praise, Thou Has Not Loved. Of If Thou Hast Not Broke From Company Abruptly, As My Passion Now Makes Me, Thou Has Not Loved. (silvius)

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.