O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft

The Attempt And Not The Deed Confounds Us.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get.

The Setting Sun, And The Music At The Close, As The Last Taste Of Sweets, Is Sweetest Last, Writ In Rememberance More Than Long Things Past.

Mercutio: "if Love Be Rough With You, Be Rough With Love.

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks