My Heart Is Ever At Your Service.

To Be Generous, Guiltless, And Of A Free Disposition Is To Take Those Things For Bird-bolts That You Deem Cannon-bullets.

O Heaven! Were Man, But Constant, He Were Perfect.

To Move Wild Laughter In The Throat Of Death? It Cannot Be; It Is Impossible: Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.

One Fairer Than My Love? The All-seeing Sun Ne'er Saw Her Match Since First The World Begun.