What's Done Can't Be Undone.

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

So We Grew Together Like To A Double Cherry, Seeming Parted, But Yet An Union In Partition, Two Lovely Berries Molded On One Stem.

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground, And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings... All Murdered; For Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King, Keeps Death His Court... And With A Little Pin Bores Through His Castle Wall, And Farewell King!

And Yet, By Heaven, I Think My Love As Rare As Any She Belied With False Compare.