What E'er Thou Art, Act Well Thy

What To Ourselves In Passion We Propose, The Passion Ending, Doth The Purpose Lose.

A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle Blind.

Let No Such Man Be Trusted.

It Is A Basilisk Unto Mine Eye, Kills Me To Look On't.

By The Apostle Paul, Shadows Tonight Have Struck More Terror To The Soul Of Richard Than Can The Substance Of Ten Thousand Soldiers.