He That Is Strucken Blind

There Is A Devilish Mercy In The Judge, If You'll Implore It, That Will Free Your Life, But Fetter You Till Death.

For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting Joy.

The Bird That Hath Been Limed In A Bush, With Trembling Wings Misdoubteth Every Bush.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments: Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds.

A Book? O, Rare One, Be Not, As Is Our Fangled World, A Garment Nobler Than That It Covers.