Thou Detestable Maw, Thou Womb Of Death.

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On, Give Me Excess Of It; That Surfeiting, The Appetite May Sicken, And So Die.

Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who Win.

Oppose Not Rage While Rage Is In Its Force, But Give It Way A While And Let It Waste.

If She Be Fair And Wise, Fairness And Wit, The One's For Use, The Other Useth It.