And Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

If't Be Summer News, Smile To't Before; If Winterly, Thou Need'st But Keep That Count'nance Still.

Truth Is Truth To The End Of Reckoning.

Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!