They That Stand High Have Many Blasts

Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate, Hate Of My Sin, Grounded On Sinful Loving.

Polonius: Do You Know Me, My Lord? Hamlet: Excellent Well. You Are A Fishmonger.

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air

What's Brave, What's Noble, Let's Do It After The Roman Fashion.