Thou Hast Not Half That

Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce!

Hopeless And Helpless Doth Egeon Wend, But To Procrastinate His Liveless End.

Well, Heaven Forgive Him! And Forgive Us All! Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall: Some Run From Brakes Of Ice, And Answer None: And Some Condemned For A Fault Alone.

Retire Me To My Milan, Where Every Third Thought Shall Be My Grave.

The Bitter Past, More Welcome Is The Sweet.