It Is Lost At Dice, What Ancient

Educated Men Are So Impressive.

Assure Thee, If I Do Vow A Friendship, I'll Perform It To The Last Article." --othello, Act Iii, Scene Iii

Love Is . . . A Madness Most Discreet

Grief Fills The Room Up Of My Absent Child, Lies In His Bed, Walks Up And Down With Me, Puts On His Pretty Look, Repeats His Words, Remembers Me Of His Gracious Parts, Stuffs Out His Vacant Garments With His Form

I Humbly Do Beseech Of Your Pardon, For Too Much Loving You