Trust Not Your Daughter's Minds By What

I Have Bought Golden Opinions From All Sorts Of People.

But Most It Is Presumption In Us When The Help Of Heaven We Count The Act Of Men.

He That Is Truly Dedicated To War Hath No Self-love

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate! Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late! Prodigious Birth Of Love It Is To Me, That I Must Love A Loathed Enemy.

Wherefore Was I To This Keen Mockery Born? When At Your Hands Did I Deserve This Scorn? Is't Not Enough, Is't Not Enough, Young Man, That I Did Never, No, Nor Never Can, Deserve A Sweet Look From Demetrius' Eye, But You Must Flout My Insufficiency?