Give It An Understanding, But

The Most Peerless Piece Of Earth, I Think, That E' Er The Sun Shone Bright On.

A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

Do Not Plunge Thyself Too Far In Anger.

Like One Who Draws The Model Of A House Beyond His Power To Build It Who, Half Through, Gives O'er, And Leaves His Part-created Cost A Naked Subject To The Weeping Clouds.

That Man That Hath A Tongue, I Say Is No Man, If With His Tongue He Cannot Win A Woman.