O Gentle Son, Upon The Heat And

Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

O,speak To Me No More;these Words Like Daggers Enter My Ears.(a Fancy Way Of Saying Shut Up!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet

All Days Are Nights To See Till I See Thee, And Nights Bright Days When Dreams Do Show Thee Me.

There Is A Kind Of Character In Thy Life, That To The Observer Doth Thy History, Fully Unfold.

O, This Life Is Nobler Than Attending For A Check, Richer Than Doing Nothing For A Robe, Prouder Than Rustling In Unpaid-for Silk: Such Pain The Cap Of Him That Makes Him Fine Yet Keeps His Book Uncrossed.