Virtuous And Fair, Royal And

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most? Ha! Not She: Nor Doth She Tempt: But It Is I That, Lying By The Violet In The Sun, Do As The Carrion Does, Not As The Flower, Corrupt With Virtuous Season.

If This Were Played Upon A Stage Now, I Could Condemn It As An Improbable Fiction.

For Love, Thou Know'st, Is Full Of Jealousy

What If This Cursed Hand Were Thicker Than Itself With Brother's Blood Is There Not Rain Enough In The Sweet Heaves To Wash It White As Snow?

The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The Daintier Sense.