Thus With A Kiss I Die

A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too Fond.

Set Honour In One Eye And Death I' The Other, And I Will Look On Both Indifferently.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water

We Must Not Make A Scarecrow Of The Law, Setting It Up To Fear The Birds Of Prey, And Let It Keep One Shape Till Custom Make It Their Perch, And Not Their Terror.