Full Fathom Five Thy Father

What, Keep A Week Away? Seven Days And Nights, Eightscore-eight Hours, And Lovers' Absent Hours More Tedious Than The Dial Eightscore Times! O Weary Reckoning!

If The Skin Were Parchment And The Blows You Gave Were Ink, Your Own Handwriting Would Tell You What I Think.

Take But Degree Away, Untune That String, And Hark, What Discord Follows!

I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh Till He Come" (phebe)

Make Passionate My Sense Of Hearing.