Love Is Too Young To Know What

What's Hecuba To Him, Or He To Hecuba, That He Should Weep For Her?

Do Not Swear By The Moon, For She Changes Constantly. Then Your Love Would Also Change.

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

Ay, That Incestuous, That Adulterate Beast, With Witchcraft Of His Wit, With Traitorous Gifts- O Wicked Wit And Gifts, That Have The Power So To Seduce!

My Rage Is Gone, And I Am Struck With Sorrow. Take Him Up. Help, Three O' Th' Chiefest Soldiers; I'll Be One. Beat Thou The Drum, That It Speaks Mournfully, Trail Your Steel Spikes. Though In This City He Hath Widowed And Unchilded Many A One, Which To This Hour Bewail The Injury, Yet He Shall Have A Noble Memory. Assist.