My Only Love Sprung From My Only

If You Be King, Why Should Not I Succeed?

He Hath A Heart As Sound As A Bell, And His Tongue Is The Clapper; For What His Heart Thinks His Tongue Speaks.

The Clamorous Owl That Nightly Hoots And Wonders At Our Quaint Spirits.

Our Purses Shall Be Proud, Our Garments Poor; For 'tis The Mind That Makes The Body Rich

We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On; And Our Little Life Is Rounded With A Sleep.