Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

This Cold Night Will Turn Us All To Fools And Madmen.

The Time Is Out Of Joint : O Cursed Spite, That Ever I Was Born To Set It Right!

A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom For A Horse!

Oh, How This Spring Of Love Resembleth, The Uncertain Glory Of An April Day, Which Now Shows All Beauty Of The Sun, And By And By A Cloud Takes All Away