Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every

The Urging Of That Word, Judgment, Hath Bred A Kind Of Remorse In Me.

Laughing Faces Do Not Mean That There Is Absence Of Sorrow! But It Means That They Have The Ability To Deal With It

Supposition All Our Lives Shall Be Stuck Full Of Eyes; For Treason Is But Trusted Like The Fox, Who, Ne'er So Tame, So Cherished And Locked Up, Will Have A Wild Trick Of His Ancestors.

Love Will Not Be Spurred To What It Loathes

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.