A Heaven On Earth I Have Won

Mercutio: "if Love Be Rough With You, Be Rough With Love.

O Heaven! Were Man, But Constant, He Were Perfect.

Never; He Will Not: Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety: Other Women Cloy The Appetites They Feed: But She Makes Hungry Where Most She Satisfies.

By Heaven, I Love Thee Better Than Myself

See, What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath! He That But Fears The Thing He Would Not Know, Hath, By Instinct, Knowledge From Others' Eyes, That What He Feared Is Chanced.