And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

He's All My Exercise, My Mirth, My Matter.

When We Our Betters See Bearing Our Woes, We Scarcely Think Our Miseries Our Foes.

Unbidden Guests Are Often Welcomest When They Are Gone.

O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? Deny Thy Father And Refuse Thy Name; Or, If Thou Wilt Not, Be But Sworn My Love... 'tis But Thy Name That Is My Enemy; What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

My Love Is Deep; The More I Give To Thee, The More I Have, Both Are Infinite.