Beshrew The Heart That Makes My Heart

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.

O, A Kiss Long As My Exile, Sweet As My Revenge! Now, By The Jealous Queen Of Heaven, That Kiss I Carried From Thee, Dear, And My True Lip Hath Virgined It E'er Since.

Rightly To Be Great Is Not To Stir Without Great Argument, But Greatly To Find Quarrel In A Straw When Honour's At The Stake.

When Workmen Strive To Do Better Than Well, They Do Confound Their Skill In Covetousness.

Thriftless Ambition, That Wilt Ravin Up Thine Own Life's Means!