What Is Light, If Sylvia Be Not

Why, What Is Pomp, Rule, Reign, But Earth And Dust? And, Live We How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

It Will Have Blood, They Say; Blood Will Have Blood.

Thou Speak'st Like Him's Untutored To Repeat: Who Makes The Fairest Show Means Most Deceit.

O Heaven! Were Man, But Constant, He Were Perfect.

Your "if" Is The Only Peacemaker; Much Virtue In "if.