My Heart Is Turned To Stone; I

For She Had Eyes And Chose Me.

Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst A Cause, But Since I Am A Dog, Beware My Fangs.

Thy Wit Is A Very Bitter Sweeting; It Is A Most Sharp Sauce.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

So Distribution Should Undo Excess, And Each Man Have Enough.