Not That I Loved Caesar Less, But

Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.

You Are Strangely Troublesome.

Lovers Ever Run Before The Clock

It Is Thyself, Mine Own Self's Better Part; Mine Eye's Clear Eye, My Dear Heart's Dearer Heart; My Food, My Fortune, And My Sweet Hope's Aim, My Sole Earth's Heaven, And My Heaven's Claim.

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.