Death Makes No Conquest Of

I Cannot Tell What You And Other Men Think Of This Life; But, For My Single Self, I Had As Lief Not Be As Live To Be In Awe Of Such A Thing As I Myself.

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

If It Be You That Stirs These Daughters' Hearts Against Their Father, Fool Me Not So Much To Bear It Tamely; Touch Me With Noble Anger, And Let Not Women's Weapons, Water Drops, Stain My Man's Cheeks.

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.