Sweets With Sweets War Not, Joy Delights

We Will Have Rings And Things And Fine Array

This Royal Throne Of Kings, This Scepter'd Isle, This Earth Of Majesty, This Seat Of Mars, This Other Eden, Demi-paradise.

O, Grief Hath Changed Me Since You Saw Me Last, And Careful Hours With Time's Deformed Hand Have Written Strange Defeatures In My Face. But Tell Me Yet, Dost Thou Not Know My Voice?

He's A Soldier; And For One To Say A Soldier Lies, Is Stabbing.

He Must Needs Go That The Devil Drives.