Words To Deeds Cold Breath Gives.

It Is My Soul That Calls Upon My Name; How Silver-sweet Sound Lovers' Tongues By Night, Like Softest Music To Attending Ears! -romeo

Love's Not Love When It Is Mingled With Regards That Stand Aloof From Th' Entire Point.

I Am Not Only Witty In Myself, But The Cause That Wit Is In Other Men.

How Much Salt Water Thrown Away In Waste/ To Season Love, That Of It Doth Not Taste.

Sin, That Amends, Is But Patched With Virtue.