I Would Give All Of My Fame

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

Though Music Oft Hath Such A Charm To Make Bad Good, And Good Provoke To Harm.

Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And Land.

And Therefore Is Love Said To Be A Child, Because In Choice He Is So Oft Beguil'd