I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One

You Shall More Command With Years Than With Your Weapons.

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue, Nor Any Unproportioned Thought His Act. Be Thou Familiar But By No Means Vulgar.

Let Us Be Diana's Foresters, Gentlemen Of The Shade, Minions Of The Moon