She's Beautiful, And Therefore To Be Wooed;

Every Subject's Duty Is The Kings, But Every Subject's Soul Is His Own.

When To The Sessions Of Sweet Silent Thought I Summon Up Remembrance Of Things Past, I Sigh The Lack Of Many A Thing I Sought.

Cordelia! Stay A Little. Ha! What Is't Thou Say'st? Her Voice Was Ever Soft.

Fire That's Closest Kept Burns Most Of All.

I Am Bewitched With The Rogue's Company. If The Rascal Have Not Given Me Medicines To Make Me Love Him, I'll Be Hanged.