What A Pretty Thing Man Is When

It Is Not Enough To Speak, But To Speak Truee

I Am Now Of All Humors That Have Showed Themselves Humors Since The Old Days Of Goodman Adam To The Pupil Age Of This Present Twelve O'clock At Midnight.

O For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention, A Kingdom For A Stage, Princes To Act And Monarchs To Behold The Swelling Scene!

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.

All Love's Pleasure Shall Not Match Its Woe.