The Love Of Heaven Makes One Heavenly.

Don't Waste Your Love On Somebody, Who Doesn't Value It.

The Devil Hath Power To Assume A Pleasing Shape.

Get Thee To A Nunnery.

Good Hamlet, Cast Thy Nighted Colour Off ... Do Not For Ever With Thy Vailed Lids Seek For Thy Noble Father In The Dust.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes, Bliss In Our Brows' Bent; None Our Parts So Poor But Was A Race Of Heaven.