Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It

If This Were Played Upon A Stage Now, I Could Condemn It As An Improbable Fiction.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine. I Have Not That Alacrity Of Spirit Nor Cheer Of Mind That I Was Wont To Have.

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

The Mightier Man, The Mightier Is The Thing That Makes Him Honored Or Begets Him Hate; For Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.

Then Happy I That Love And Am Beloved, Where I May Not Remove Nor Be Removed.