Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On

It Is Great To Do That Thing That Ends All Other Deeds, Which Shackles Accidents And Bolts Up Change.

I Will Live In Thy Heart, Die In Thy Lap, And Be Buried In Thy Eyes—and Moreover, I Will Go With Thee To Thy Uncle’s.

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

Be Collected. No More Amazement. Tell Your Piteous Heart There's No Harm Done.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.