There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep

Women May Fail When There Is No Strength In Man

But, Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks? It Is The East, And Juliet Is The Sun. Arise, Fair Sun, And Kill The Envious Moon, Who Is Already Sick And Pale With Grief, That Thou, Her Maid, Art Far More Fair Than She. Be Not Her Maid, Since She Is Envious; Her Vestal Livery Is But Sick And Green And None But Fools Do Wear It; Cast It Off. It Is My Lady, O, It Is My Love! Oh, That She Knew She Were!

I Am Not Bound To Please Thee With My Answer.

It Is In Pardoning That We Are Pardoned.

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.