Away, You Mouldy Rogue, Away!

Love Is Begun By Time And Time Qualifies The Spark And Fire Of It.

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed.

Teach Me, Dear Creature, How To Think And Speak; Lay Open To My Earthy-gross Conceit, Smother'd In Errors, Feeble, Shallow, Weak, The Folded Meaning Of Your Words' Deceit.

There Is No Slander In An Allowed Fool, Though He Do Nothing But Rail.

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?