It is great To do that thing that ends all other deeds, Which shackles accidents and bolts up change.
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.
There is a tide in the affairs of men
My dull brain was wrought with things forgotten.
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow.
Madam, you have bereft me of all words, Only my blood speaks to you in my veins.