Come, Lady, Die To Live.

What Cannot Be Saved When Fate Takes, Patience Her Injury A Mockery Makes

Let Me Have Men About Me That Are Fat... Yond Cassius Has A Lean And Hungry Look. He Thinks Too Much: Such Men Are Dangerous.

Which Can Say More Than This Rich Praise, That You Alone Are You?

Can It Be Chat Modesty May More Betray Our Sense Than Woman's Lightness?

She Moves Me Not, Or Not Removes At Least Affection's Edge In Me.