Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

Good Morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All In The Morn Betime, And I A Maid At Your Window, To Be Your Valentine.

This World To Me Is Like A Lasting Storm,whirring Me From My Friends.

I Have Set My Life Upon A Cast, And I Will Stand The Hazard Of The Die.

Think'st Thou I'd Make A Life Of Jealousy, To Follow Still The Changes Of The Moon With Fresh Suspicions? No; To Be Once In Doubt Is Once To Be Resolved.

O Madam, My Old Heart Is Cracked, It's Cracked!