In Struggling With Misfortunes Lies The True

Speak Low, If You Speak Love.

Well, While I Live I'll Fear No Other Thing So Sore As Keeping Safe Nerissa's Ring.

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.

This Blessèd Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England This Nurse, This Teeming Womb Of Royal Kings, . . . This Land Of Such Dear Souls, This Dear Dear Land.

The Ides Of March Are Come. Soothsayer: Ay, Caesar; But Not Gone.