Madness In Great Ones Must Not Unwatched

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments: Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds.

The Fringed Curtains Of Thine Eye Advance, And Say What Thou Seest Yond.

I Begin To Find An Idle And Fond Bondage In The Oppression Of Aged Tyranny, Who Sways, Not As It Hath Power, But As It Is Suffered.

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?