There's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.

Who is Silvia What is she, That all our swains commend her Holy, fair, and wise is she.

I am your wife if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow You may deny me, but I'll be your servant Whether you will or no.

I have a soul of lead So stakes me to the ground I cannot move.

It is not night when I do see your face.

Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?

The time is out of joint : O cursed spite, that ever I was born to set it right!