That Truth Should Be Silent I Had

Adversity's Sweet Milk, Philosophy.

Do All Men Kill The Things They Do Not Love?

And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare.

Look, What Envious Streaks Do Lace The Severing Clouds In Yonder East! Night's Candles Are Burnt Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tip-toe On The Misty Mountain-tops.

Love Is Heavy And Light, Bright And Dark, Hot And Cold, Sick And Healthy, Asleep And Awake- Its Everything Except What It Is! (act 1, Scene 1)