Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep

Society Is No Comfort, To One Not Sociable.

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On.

Reputation, Reputation, Reputation! O, I Ha' Lost My Reputation, I Ha' Lost The Immortal Part Of Myself, And What Remains Is Bestial!

Have I Thought Long To See This Morning’s Face, And Doth It Give Me Such A Sight As This?

For Trust Not Him That Hath Once Broken Faith