I Charge Thee, Hence, And Do Not

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long / To Speak Of That Which Gives Thee All Thy Might?

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