My Crown Is In My Heart, Not

Will Fortune Never Come With Both Hands Full, But Write Her Fair Words Still In Foulest Terms?

By Heaven, My Soul Is Purg'd From Grudging Hate; And With My Hand I Seal My True Heart's Love

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

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

Such Is My Love, To Thee I So Belong, That For Thy Right Myself Will Bear All Wrong.