If You Have Tears, Prepare To Shed

Report Of Fashions In Proud Italy Whose Manners Still Our Tardy-apish Nation Limps After In Base Imitation

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.

You Draw Me, You Hard-hearted Adamant; But Yet You Draw Not Iron, For My Heart Is True As Steel: Leave You Your Power To Draw, And I Shall Have No Power To Follow You.