Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And

So Many Hours Must I Take My Rest; So Many Hours Must I Contemplate.

The Pleasing Punishment That Women Bear.

Who Is So Firm That Can't Be Seduced?

Thou Art The Mars Of Malcontents.

Brutus, I Do Observe You Now Of Late: I Have Not From Your Eyes That Gentleness And Show Of Love As I Was Wont To Have: You Bear Too Stubborn And Too Strange A Hand Over Your Friend That Loves You. Poor Brutus, With Himself At War, Forgets The Shows Of Love To Other Men.