You Lack The Season Of All Natures,

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.

Ask Me No Reason Why I Love You; For Though Love Use Reason For His Physician, He Admits Him Not For His Counsellor.

The Hand That Hath Made You Fair Hath Made You Good. Pity Is The Virtue Of The Law, And None But Tyrants Use It Cruelly.

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.

My Grief Lies All Within, And These External Manners Of Lament Are Merely Shadows To The Unseen Grief That Swells With Silence In The Tortured Soul.