O, Spirit Of Love, How

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.

Why Should Honor Outlive Honestly? Orthello

Well, While I Live I'll Fear No Other Thing So Sore As Keeping Safe Nerissa's Ring.

By My Troth, I Care Not; A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God A Death And Let It Go Which Way It Will He That Dies This Year Is Quit For The Next

The Poet's Eye, In A Fine Frenzy Rolling, Doth Glance From Heaven To Earth, From Earth To Heaven.