More Matter With Less Art.

This World To Me Is Like A Lasting Storm,whirring Me From My Friends.

In Friendship, As In Love, We Are Often Happier Through Our Ignorance Than Our Knowledge.

Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self - A Deadly Banishment.

I Will Do Anything, Nerissa, Ere I'll Be Married To A Sponge.

Let Me Twine Mine Arms About That Body, Where Against My Grained Ash An Hundred Times Hath Broke And Scarr'd The Moon With Splinters: Here I Clip The Anvil Of My Sword, And Do Contest As Hotly And As Nobly With Thy Love As Ever In Ambitious Strength I Did Contend Against Thy Valour. Know Thou First, I Loved The Maid I Married; Never Man Sigh'd Truer Breath; But That I See Thee Here, Thou Noble Thing! More Dances My Rapt Heart Than When I First My Wedded Mistress Saw Bestride My Threshold.