She Moves Me Not, Or Not Removes

Tis Our Fast Intent To Shake All Cares And Business From Our Age, Conferring Them On Younger Strengths, While We Unburdened Crawl Toward Death.

The Sands Are Number'd That Make Up My Life; Here Must I Stay, And Here My Life Must End.

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe

A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For A Horse!

O, Men's Vows Are Women's Traitors! All Good Seeming, By Thy Revolt, O Husband, Shall Be Thought Put On For Villainy, Not Born Where't Grows, But Worn A Bait For Ladies.