Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her

We Must Be Brief When Traitors Brave The Field.

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

Thou Dost Conspire Against Thy Friend, Iago, If Thou But Think'st Him Wronged, And Mak'st His Ear A Stranger To Thy Thoughts.

Lovers Ever Run Before The Clock

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!