Enough No More; Tis Not So Sweet

An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly Told.

A Miracle. Here's Our Own Hands Against Our Hearts. Come, I Will Have Thee, But By This Light I Take Thee For Pity. Beatrice: I Would Not Deny You, But By This Good Day, I Yield Upon Great Persuasion, And Partly To Save Your Life, For I Was Told You Were In A Consumption. Benedick: Peace. I Will Stop Your Mouth.

Gold--what Can It Not Do, And Undo?

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told: Many A Man His Life Hath Sold But My Outside To Behold: Gilded Tombs Do Worms Enfold.

My Brain More Busy Than The Labouring Spider Weaves Tedious Snares To Trap Mine Enemies.