If There Is A Good

All Dark And Comfortless.

Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons." -- (miranda, I:2)

A Peace Is Of The Nature Of A Conquest; For Then Both Parties Nobly Are Subdued, And Neither Party Loser.

O, Speak Again, Bright Angel! For Thou Art As Glorious To This Night, Being O'er My Head As Is A Winged Messenger Of Heaven