A Lion Among Ladies Is A Most

Lovers And Madmen Have Such Seething Brains Such Shaping Fantasies, That Apprehend More Than Cool Reason Ever Comprehends.

There Is No Creature Loves Me; And If I Die, No Soul Will Pity Me.

Lay Her I' The Earth: And From Her Fair And Unpolluted Flesh May Violets Spring! I Tell Thee, Churlish Priest, A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be, When Thou Liest Howling. Hamlet. What, The Fair Ophelia! Queen Gertrude. Sweets To The Sweet: Farewell!

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!