What's His Offense? Groping For Trout In

Whereto Serves Mercy But To Confront The Visage Of Offense?

Ay Me! For Aught That I Could Ever Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. But, Either It Was Different In Blood,- Or Else It Stood Upon The Choice Of Friends,- Or, If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness Did Lay Siege To It.

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.

The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man Of Action Is Called On.

Vaulting Ambition, Which O'erleaps Itself And Falls On The Other Side