Prosperity's The Very Bond Of Love.

A Breath Thou Art, Servile To All The Skyey Influences.

She Cannot Love, Nor Take No Shape Nor Project Or Affection, She Is So Self-endeared

Romeo: I Dreamt A Dream Tonight. Mercutio: And So Did I. Romeo: Well, What Was Yours? Mercutio: That Dreamers Often Lie. Romeo: In Bed Asleep While They Do Dream Things True.

Base Men Being In Love Have Then A Nobility In Their Natures More Than Is Native To Them.

Things Bad Begun Make Strong Themselves By Ill.