Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death

I Dare Do All That May Become A Man; Who Dares Do More, Is None

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

Such Thanks As Fits A King's Remembrance.

Then Happy I That Love And Am Beloved, Where I May Not Remove Nor Be Removed.