We Are Such Stuff That Dreams Are

With Love's Light Wings Did I O'er-perch These Walls, For Stony Limits Cannot Hold Love Out

O Heaven! That One Might Read The Book Of Fate, And See The Revolution Of The Times.

His Words Are Bonds, His Oaths Are Oracles; His Love Sincere, His Thoughts Immaculate; His Tears Pure Messengers Sent From His Heart; His Heart As Far From Fraud, As Heaven From Earth

Mine Eyes Are Full Of Tears, My Heart Of Grief.

Good Wine Is A Good Familiar Creature If It Be Well Used.