Mine Eyes Are Full Of Tears, My

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater

Have Patience, And Endure

But Most It Is Presumption In Us When The Help Of Heaven We Count The Act Of Men.

Alack, There Lies More Peril In Thine Eye Than Twenty Of Their Swords: Look Thou But Sweet, And I Am Proof Against Their Enmity.

A Gentleman That Loves To Hear Himself Talk, Will Speak More In A Minute Than He Will Stand To In A Month.