Love Is Like A Child, That Longs

Under Loves Heavy Burden Do I Sink. --romeo

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.

What Is Honour? A Word. What Is In That Word Honour? What Is That Honour? Air. A Trim Reckoning! Who Hath It? He That Died O' Wednesday. Doth He Feel It? No. Doth He Hear It? No.

Daffodils, That Come Before The Swallow Dares, And Take The Winds Of March With Beauty.