Love All. Trust A Few. Do Wrong

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But Use None.

That But This Blow Might Be The Be-all And The End-all Here, But Here, Upon This Bank And Shoal Of Time, We'ld Jump The Life To Come.

O, This Life Is Nobler Than Attending For A Check, Richer Than Doing Nothing For A Robe, Prouder Than Rustling In Unpaid-for Silk: Such Pain The Cap Of Him That Makes Him Fine Yet Keeps His Book Uncrossed.

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow