Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

Love Is My Sin, And Thy Dear Virtue Hate, Hate Of My Sin, Grounded On Sinful Loving.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man, How Noble In Reason, How Infinite In Faculties, In Form And Moving How Express And Admirable, In Action How Like An Angel, In Apprehension How Like A God.

A Thousand Moral Paintings I Can Show That Shall Demonstrate These Quick Blows Of Fortune's More Pregnantly Than Words.

And Ruin`d Love When It Is Built Anew, Grows Fairer Than At First, More Strong, Far Greater