So Will I Turn Her

Remember Thee! Ay, Thou Poor Ghost, While Memory Holds A Seat In This Distracted Globe.

I Have Not Slept. Between The Acting Of A Dreadful Thing And The First Motion, All The Interim Is Like A Phantasma, Or A Hideous Dream: The Genius And The Mortal Instruments Are Then In Council; And The State Of Man, Like To A Little Kingdom, Suffers Then The Nature Of An Insurrection.

I Hope To See London Once Ere I Die.

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

Be Like You Thought Our Love Would Last Too Long, If It Were Chain'd Together