If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

We Go To Gain A Little Patch Of Ground That Hath In It No Profit But The Name.

I Bear A Charmed Life, Which Must Not Yield To One Of Woman Born.

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

I’ll Look To Like, If Looking Liking Move; But No More Deep Will I Endart Mine Eye Than Your Consent Gives Strength To Make It Fly.

He Says, He Loves My Daughter; I Think So Too; For Never Gaz'd The Moon Upon The Water, As He'll Stand And Read, As 'twere, My Daughter's Eyes: And, To Be Plain, I Think, There Is Not Half A Kiss To Choose, Who Loves Another Best.