Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The Daintier Sense.

My Love Is Deep; The More I Give To Thee, The More I Have, Both Are Infinite.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

O Teach Me How I Should Forget To Think (1.1.224)

Leave Us To Our Free Election.