These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends.

Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love. Therefore All Hearts In Love Use Their Own Tongues. Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself, And Trust No Agent; For Beauty Is A Witch Against Whose Charms Faith Melteth Into Blood.

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.

Such Tricks Hath Strong Imagination, That, If It Would But Apprehend Some Joy, It Comprehends Some Bringer Of That Joy; Or In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.