There Is Not One Wise Man In

As He Was Valiant, I Honour Him. But As He Was Ambitious, I Slew Him.

What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?

As True As Steel, As Plantage To The Moon, As Sun To Day, At Turtle To Her Mate, As Iron To Adamant, As Earth To Centre.

If Ever Thou Shalt Love, In The Sweet Pangs Of It Remember Me; For Such As I Am All True Lovers Are, Unstaid And Skittish In All Motions Else Save In The Constant Image Of The Creature That Is Beloved.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips