A Time, Methinks, Too Short

Love Goes Toward Love.

Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow,creeps In This Petty Pace From Day To Day

Thou Hast Seen A Farmer's Dog Bark At A Beggar? And The Creature Run From The Cur. There Thou Mightst Behold The Great Image Of Authority-a Dog's Obeyed In Office.

Friendship Is Constant In All Other Things Save In The Office And Affairs Of Love. Therefore All Hearts In Love Use Their Own Tongues. Let Every Eye Negotiate For Itself, And Trust No Agent; For Beauty Is A Witch Against Whose Charms Faith Melteth Into Blood.

A Kind Of Excellent Dumb Discourse.