Go, Bid The Soldiers Shoot.

What, Can The Devil Speak True?

We See Which Way The Stream Of Time Doth Run.

One Whom The Music Of His Own Vain Tongue Doth Ravish Like Enchanting Harmony.

The Very Instant I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly To Your Service; There Resides To Make Me Slave To It. ...mine Unworthiness, That Dare Not Offer What I Desire To Give, And Much Less Take What I Shall Die To Want.

Do All Men Kill The Things They Do Not Love ............ The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strain'd It Droppeth As The Gentle Rain From Heaven Upon The Place Beneath: It Is Twice Blest It Blesseth Him That Gives And Him That Takes