He Wears His Faith But As The

I Bear A Charmed Life, Which Must Not Yield To One Of Woman Born.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

That We Would Do We Should Do When We Would, For This 'would' Changes, And Hath Abatements And Delays As Many As There Are Tongues, Are Hands, Are Accidents, And Then This 'should' Is Like A Spendthrift Sigh, That Hurts By Easing.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

But I, That Am Not Shaped For Sportive Tricks, Nor Made To Court An Amorous Looking-glass; I, That Am Rudely Stamped, And Want Love's Majesty To Strut Before A Wanton Ambling Nymph.