Remembrance Of Things Past.

Oh, I Am Fortune's Fool!

The Blood Weeps From My Heart When I Do Shape, In Forms Imaginary, Th' Unguided Days And Rotten Times That You Shall Look Upon When I Am Sleeping With My Ancestors.

What To Ourselves In Passion We Propose, The Passion Ending, Doth The Purpose Lose.

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

Come Not Between The Dragon And His Wrath.