O That A Lady, Of One Man

Out Of My Sight! Thou Dost Infect Mine Eyes.

He That Dies Pays All Debts.

O, Grief Hath Changed Me Since You Saw Me Last, And Careful Hours With Time's Deformed Hand Have Written Strange Defeatures In My Face. But Tell Me Yet, Dost Thou Not Know My Voice?

There Is None Of My Uncle's Marks Upon You; He Taught Me How To Know A Man In Love; In Which Cage Of Rushes I Am Sure You Are Not Prisoner.

Uneasy Lies The Head That Wears A Crown.