World, World, O World! But That Thy

For We, Which Now Behold These Present Days, Have Eyes To Wonder, But Lack Tongues To Praise.

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed.

Love That Well Which Thou Must Leave Ere Long.

Do All Men Kill The Things They Do Not Love ............ The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strain'd It Droppeth As The Gentle Rain From Heaven Upon The Place Beneath: It Is Twice Blest It Blesseth Him That Gives And Him That Takes

O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's Eye.