The Soul Of This Man Is His

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow

We Came Into The World Like Brother And Brother, And Now Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

And Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To Thy Rest!

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? Deny Thy Father And Refuse Thy Name; Or, If Thou Wilt Not, Be But Sworn My Love... 'tis But Thy Name That Is My Enemy; What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.