Were't Not For Laughing, I Should Pity

O Death, Made Proud With Pure And Princely Beauty!

When Once Our Grace We Have Forgot, Nothing Goes Right.

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man, How Noble In Reason, How Infinite In Faculties, In Form And Moving How Express And Admirable, In Action How Like An Angel, In Apprehension How Like A God.