Diseases Desperate Grown By Desperate Appliances Are

I Know A Lady In Venice Would Have Walked Barefoot To Palestine For A Touch Of His Nether Lip

But Now Behold, In The Quick Forge And Working-house Of Thought, How London Doth Pour Out Her Citizens!

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love, The Matron's Glance That Would Those Looks Reprove.

I Will Despair, And Be At Enmity With Cozening Hope.

By The Apostle Paul, Shadows Tonight Have Struck More Terror To The Soul Of Richard Than Can The Substance Of Ten Thousand Soldiers.