How Can Tyrants Safely Govern

Thus Die I, Thus, Thus, Thus. Now Am I Dead, Now Am I Fled; My Soul Is In The Sky: Tongue, Lose Thy Light; Moon Take Thy Flight. Now Die, Die, Die, Die, Die.

In Truth, Fair Montague, I Am Too Fond.

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!

Be Patient, For The World Is Broad And Wide.

Who Seeks, And Will Not Take, When Once 'tis Offer'd, Shall Never Find It More.