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

Through tattered clothes, small vices do appear. Robes and furred gowns hide all.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.

Let me confess that we two must be twain, although our undivided loves are one.

There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is. ~William Shakespeare

The pow'r that I have on you is to spare you; The malice towards you to forgive you.

Love`s reason`s without reason