You Had Measured How Long A Fool

All Offences Come From The Heart.

A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

The Language I Have Learnt These Forty Years, My Native English, Now I Must Forgo; And Now My Tongue's Use Is To Me No More Than An Unstringed Viol Or A Harp, Or Like A Cunning Instrument Cased Up Or, Being Open, Put Into His Hands That Knows No Touch To Tune The Harmony.

At Christmas, I No More Desire A Rose.

Experience Teacheth That Resolution Is A Sole Help In Need.