I Have A Soul Of

They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.

It Easeth Some, Though None It Ever Cured, To Think Their Dolour Others Have Endured.

It Is A Sin To Be A Mocker.

It Is My Soul That Calls Upon My Name; How Silver-sweet Sound Lovers' Tongues By Night, Like Softest Music To Attending Ears! -romeo

It Is Not, Nor It Cannot, Come To Good, But Break, My Heart, For I Must Hold My Tongue.