Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

Rumour: "upon My Tongues Continual Slanders Ride, The Which In Every Language I Pronounce, Stuffing The Ears Of Men With False Reports.

Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

Are You Sure/that We Are Awake? It Seems To Me/that Yet We Sleep, We Dream

There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

Weed Your Better Judgments Of All Opinion That Grows Rank In Them.