Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell. Though All Things Foul Would Wear The Brows Of Grace, Yet Grace Must Still Look So.

I Am Not In The Giving Vein Today.

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.

A Peace Is Of The Nature Of A Conquest; For Then Both Parties Nobly Are Subdued, And Neither Party Loser.