If Love Be Blind, It Best Agrees

O For A Muse Of Fire, That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention, A Kingdom For A Stage, Princes To Act And Monarchs To Behold The Swelling Scene!

They Met So Near With Their Lips That Their Breaths Embraced Together.

When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Make Us Traitors.

Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken In Jest.

Why, What Is Pomp, Rule, Reign, But Earth And Dust? And, Live We How We Can, Yet Die We Must.