Why Should Honor Outlive Honestly? Orthello

Even Through The Hollow Eyes Of Death I Spy Life Peering.

Come What Sorrow Can, It Cannot Countervail The Exchange Of Joy, That One Short Minute Gives Me In Her Sight

Do You Not Know I Am A Woman? When I Think, I Must Speak.

Like One Who Draws The Model Of A House Beyond His Power To Build It Who, Half Through, Gives O'er, And Leaves His Part-created Cost A Naked Subject To The Weeping Clouds.

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends