A Fool's Bolt Is Soon Shot.

Death, Not Romeo, Take My Maidenhead!

Give Me My Sin Again.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.

Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May.

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.