Love Is Merely A Madness.

Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow,creeps In This Petty Pace From Day To Day

We Do Pray For Mercy, And That Same Prayer Doth Teach Us All To Render The Deeds Of Mercy.

A Young Woman In Love Always Looks Like Patience On A Monument Smiling At Grief

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.

O, Then, What Graces In My Love Do Dwell, That He Hath Turn'd A Heaven Unto Hell