Cowards Die Many Times; A Brave Man

Ay Me! For Aught That I Could Ever Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. But, Either It Was Different In Blood,- Or Else It Stood Upon The Choice Of Friends,- Or, If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness Did Lay Siege To It.

There Is None Of My Uncle's Marks Upon You; He Taught Me How To Know A Man In Love; In Which Cage Of Rushes I Am Sure You Are Not Prisoner.

Young Adam Cupid, He That Shot So Trim, When King Cophetua Loved The Beggar-maid!

Literature Is A Comprehensive Essence Of The Intellectual Life Of A Nation.

I Can See His Pride Peep Through Each Part Of Him.