Love Is A Wonderful, Terrible Thing

Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry.

If I Be Waspish, Best Beware My Sting.

I Hold The World But As The World, Gratiano!

Most Dangerous Is That Temptation That Doth Goad Us On To Sin In Loving Virtue.

O, Where Is Loyalty? If It Be Banished From The Frosty Head, Where Shall It Find A Harbor In The Earth?