Heaven Truly Knows That Thou

Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself, And So Shall Starve With Feeding.

O, Grief Hath Changed Me Since You Saw Me Last, And Careful Hours With Time's Deformed Hand Have Written Strange Defeatures In My Face. But Tell Me Yet, Dost Thou Not Know My Voice?

I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains For Drinking: I Could Well Wish Courtesy Would Invent Some Other Custom Of Entertainment.

The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor The World's Law. - Romeo

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.