What Must Be Shall Be.

Silence Is The Perfectest Herault Of Joy. I Were But Little Happy If I Could Say How Much.

Love Is Not Love That Alters When It Alteration Finds.

If It Were Done When 'tis Done, Then 'twere Well. It Were Done Quickly.

To Saucy Doubts And Fears.

For I Have Sworn Thee Fair, And Thought Thee Bright, Who Art As Black As Hell, As Dark As Night.