He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness

For Such Things As You, I Can Scarce Think There's Any, Ye're So Slight.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

He Hath Borne Himself Beyond The Promise Of His Age, Doing, In The Figure Of A Lamb, The Feats Of A Lion.

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.