Put Forth Thy Hand, Reach At The

I, Measuring His Affections By My Own, Which Then Most Sought Where Most Might Not Be Found, Being One Too Many By My Weary Self, Pursued My Humor Not Pursuing His, And Gladly Shunned Who Gladly Fled From Me.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

There Is Nothing In The World So Much Like Prayer As Music Is. ~william Shakespeare

The Bashful Virgin's Sidelong Looks Of Love, The Matron's Glance That Would Those Looks Reprove.

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.