For My Part, I May Speak It

It Is Not Night When I Do See Your Face.

That Truth Should Be Silent I Had Almost Forgot. (enobarbus)

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.

Thou Know'st 'tis Common; All That Lives Must Die, Passing Through Nature To Eternity.

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.