Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo?

Striving To Better, Oft We Mar What’s Well.

There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.

I Have Heard Of Your Paintings Too, Well Enough; God Has Given You One Face, And You Make Yourselves Another: You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp, And Nick-name God's Creatures, And Make Your Wantonness Your Ignorance. Go To, I'll No More On't; It Hath Made Me Mad.

Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade In Love.

For Where Is Any Author In The World Teaches Such Beauty As A Woman's Eye?