Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow,creeps In This

I Dreamt My Lady Came And Found Me Dead . . . . . . . . . . . . And Breathed Such Life With Kisses In My Lips That I Revived And Was An Emperor.

Lord, Lord, How Subject We Old Men Are To This Vice Of Lying!

Base Men Being In Love Have Then A Nobility In Their Natures More Than Is Native To Them.

O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And Fresh Art Thou!

One Pain Is Cured By Another. Catch Some New Infection In Your Eye And The Poison Of The Old One Would Die.