Swift As Shadow, Short As

Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But Use None.

I Am Bewitched With The Rogue's Company. If The Rascal Have Not Given Me Medicines To Make Me Love Him, I'll Be Hanged.

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.

God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages, Combine Your Hearts Into One.