It Is The Witness Still Of Excellency

The Very Instant I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly To Your Service; There Resides To Make Me Slave To It. ...mine Unworthiness, That Dare Not Offer What I Desire To Give, And Much Less Take What I Shall Die To Want.

More Matter With Less Art.

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

Grief Best Is Pleased With Grief's Society.

Et Tu Brute! (you Too, Brutus!)