Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me

Nature's Tears Are Reason's Merriment.

That In The Captains But A Choleric Word Which In The Soldier Is Flat Blasphemy.

The Very Instant I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly To Your Service; There Resides To Make Me Slave To It. ...mine Unworthiness, That Dare Not Offer What I Desire To Give, And Much Less Take What I Shall Die To Want.

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.

Woe To That Land That's Governed By A Child.