O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

What Sadness Lengthens Romeo’s Hours?

Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.

Is This The Generation Of Love? Hot Blood, Hot Thoughts And Hot Deeds? Why, They Are Vipers. Is Love A Generation Of Vipers?

Come, Go With Us, Speak Fair; You May Salve So, Not What Is Dangerous Present, But The Los Of What Is Past.

What Power Is It Which Mounts My Love So High, That Makes Me See, And Cannot Feed Mine Eye