This Liberty Is All That I Request.

For Never Was A Story Of More Woe Than This Of Juliet And Her Romeo.

Time Hath Not Yet So Dried This Blood Of Mine, Nor Age So Eat Up My Invention, Nor Fortune Made Such Havoc Of My Means, Nor My Bad Life Reft Me So Much Of Friends, But They Shall Find Awaked In Such A Kind Both Strength Of Limb And Policy Of Mind, Ability In Means, And Choice Of Friends, To Quit Me Of Them Throughly.

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.