O, What Damned Minutes Tells He O'er

My Wits Begin To Turn.

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!

There Is A World Elsewhere.

I Take Thee At Thy Word: Call Me But Love, And I'll Be New Baptized; Henceforth I Never Will Be Romeo.

An Envious Fever Of Pale And Bloodless Emulation.