None Can Cure Their Harms

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

The Heart Hath Treble Wrong When It Is Barr'd The Aidance Of The Tongue.

Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor Ophelia, And Therefore I Forbid My Tears.

To Hell, Allegiance! Vows, To The Blackest Devil! Conscience, And Grace, To The Profoundest Pit! I Dare Damnation: To This Point I Stand,-- That Both The Worlds I Give To Negligence, Let Come What Comes; Only I'll Be Reveng'd.

A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle Blind.