For My Own Part, I Shall Be

A Miracle. Here's Our Own Hands Against Our Hearts. Come, I Will Have Thee, But By This Light I Take Thee For Pity. Beatrice: I Would Not Deny You, But By This Good Day, I Yield Upon Great Persuasion, And Partly To Save Your Life, For I Was Told You Were In A Consumption. Benedick: Peace. I Will Stop Your Mouth.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives.

What Should Such Fellows As I Do Crawling Between Earth And Heaven?

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?