For Man Is A Giddy Thing, And

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be.

Why Should You Think That I Should Woo In Scorn? Scorn And Derision Never Come In Tears: Look, When I Vow, I Weep; And Vows So Born, In Their Nativity All Truth Appears. How Can These Things In Me Seem Scorn To You, Bearing The Badge Of Faith, To Prove Them True?

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.

My Tongue Will Tell The Anger Of My Heart, Or Else My Heart Concealing It Will Break.