This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.

“I dreamt my lady came and found me dead. . . . . . . . . . . .And breathed such…”

“And his unkindness may defeat my life, But never taint my love.”

“Cease thy counsel, for thy words fall into my ears as priceless as water into a…”

“When I do count the clock that tells the time,And see the brave day sunk in hid…”