Pleasure And Action Make The Hours Seem

O Time, Thou Must Untangle This, Not I. It Is Too Hard A Knot For Me T'untie.

I Wonder Men Dare Trust Themselves With Men.

Give Me My Sin Again.

A Wretched Soul, Bruised With Adversity, We Bid Be Quiet When We Hear It Cry; But Were We Burdened With Light Weight Of Pain, As Much Or More We Should Ourselves Complain.

For My Grief's So Great That No Supporter But The Huge Firm Earth Can Hold It Up: Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It. (constance, From King John, Act Iii, Scene 1)