Passion Makes The Will Lord

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.

The Tyrant Custom, Most Grave Senators, Hath Made The Flinty And Steel Couch Of War My Thrice-driven Bed Of Down.

Experience Teacheth That Resolution Is A Sole Help In Need.

O That My Tongue Were In The Thunder's Mouth! Then With Passion Would I Shake The World.

O World, How Apt The Poor Are To Be Proud!