The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

The Color Of The King Doth Come And Go, Between His Purpose And His Conscience, Like Heralds 'twixt Two Dreadful Battles Set: His Passion Is So Ripe, It Needs Must Break.

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together: Our Virtues Would Be Proud If Our Faults Whipped Them Not; And Our Crimes Would Despair If They Were Not Cherished By Our Own Virtues.