Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

A Heavier Task Could Not Have Been Impos'd, Than I To Speak My Griefs Unspeakable.

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.

I Am The Prince Of Wales; And Think Not, Percy, To Share With Me In Glory Any More: Two Stars Keep Not Their Motion In One Sphere.

O Mischief, Thou Art Swift To Enter In The Thoughts Of Desperate Men!

Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of Fire.