The Eye Sees All, But The Mind

Four Days Will Quickly Steep Themselves In Nights; Four Nights Will Quickly Dream Away The Time; And Then The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven, Shall Behold The Night Of Our Solemnities.

You Are Strangely Troublesome.

Fear And Niceness, The Handmaids Of All Women, Or More Truly, Woman Its Pretty Self.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

What Our Contempts Do Often Hurl From Us, We Wish It Ours Again.