The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face.

In The Modesty Of Fearful Duty, I Read As Much As From The Rattling Tongue Of Saucy And Audacious Eloquence.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

Love Is A Wonderful, Terrible Thing

Oh God! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times Make Mountains Level, And The Continent, Weary Of Solid Firmness, Melt Itself Into The Sea.