Speak Low, If You Speak Love.

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun.

I Am A Subject, And I Challenge Law. Attorneys Are Denied Me, And Therefore Personally I Lay My Claim To My Inheritance Of Free Descent.

No, Time, Thou Shalt Not Boast That I Do Change.

To Business That We Love We Rise Betime, And Go To't With Delight.

For Night's Swift Dragons Cut The Clouds Full Fast, And Yonder Shines Aurora's Harbinger; At Whose Approach Ghosts Wandring Here And There Troop Home To Church-yards.... For Fear Lest Day Should Look Their Shames Upon, They Willfully Exile Themselves From Light, And Must For Aye Consort With Black Brow'd Night.