I Can No Other Answer Make, But,

A Light Heart Lives Long.

Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow,creeps In This Petty Pace From Day To Day

Oh, Injurious Love, That Respites Me A Life, Whose Very Comfort Is Still A Dying Horror

O For A Horse With Wings!

Withal I Did Infer Your Lineaments, Being The Right Idea Of Your Father, Both In Your Form And Nobleness Of Mind; Laid Open All Your Victories In Scotland, Your Discipline In War, Wisdom In Peace, Your Bounty, Virtue, Fair Humility; Indeed, Left Nothing Fitting For Your Purpose Untouch'd Or Slightly Handled In Discourse.