I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends,

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds

You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than Senseless Things!

Pleasure And Revenge Have Ears More Deaf Than Adders To The Voice Of Any True Decision.

Now Stand You On The Top Of Happy Hours, And Many Maiden Gardens Yet Unset, With Virtuous Wish Would Bear You Living Flowers, Much Liker Than Your Painted Counterfeit: So Should The Lines Of Life That Life Repair Which This, Time's Pencil, Or My Pupil Pen Neither In Inward Worth Nor Outward Fair Can Make You Live Your Self In Eyes Of Men.

Who Is It That Can Tell Me Who I Am?