'tis Pride That Pulls The Country Down.

O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's Eye.

I Cannot Do It Without Comp[u]ters.

My Only Love Sprung From My Only Hate! Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late! Prodigious Birth Of Love It Is To Me, That I Must Love A Loathed Enemy.

Will You Walk Out Of The Air, My Lord? Hamlet Into My Grave.

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!