Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your

Stars Hide Your Fires; Let Not Light See My Black And Deep Desires: The Eyes Wink At The Hand; Yet Let That Be Which The Eye Fears, When It Is Done, To See

Taste Your Legs, Sire: Put Them Into Motion.

Every Subject's Duty Is The Kings, But Every Subject's Soul Is His Own.

When Clouds Are Seen Wise Men Put On Their Cloaks; When Great Leaves Fall Then Winter Is At Hand.

O Coward Conscience, How Dost Thou Afflict Me!