Time Goes On Crutches Till

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.

You Dull Ass Will Not Mend His Pace With Beating.

Let Me Not To The Marriage Of True Minds Admit Impediments: Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds.

Give Me My Robe, Put On My Crown; I Have Immortal Longings In Me.

I Am Sure, Though You Can Guess What Temperance Should Be, You Know Not What It Is.