And Blind Oblivion Swallowed Cities Up.

Neither A Borrower Nor A Lender Be.

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

By Heaven, I Love Thee Better Than Myself

Maids Want Nothing But Husbands, And When They Have Them, They Want Everything.

Alack, The Night Comes On, And The Bleak Winds Do Sorely Ruffle; For Many Miles About There's Scarce A Bush.