Some Innocents 'scape Not The Thunderbolt.

Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills Their Law.

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

Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds, Or Bends With The Remover To Remove. O, No! It Is An Ever-fixed Mark, That Looks On Tempests And Is Never Shaken. It Is The Star To Every Wandering Bark, Whose Worth's Unknown, Although His Height Be Taken.

Truly The Souls Of Men Are Full Of Dread: Ye Cannot Reason Almost With A Man That Looks Not Heavily And Full Of Fear.

Let Them Obey That Knows Not How To Rule.