Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy.

Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.