Fair Youth, I Would I Could Make

Besides, Our Nearness To The King In Love Is Near The Hate Of Those Love Not The King.

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

An Habitation Giddy And Unsure Hath He That Buildeth On The Vulgar Heart.

My Chastity's The Jewel Of Our House, Bequeathed Down From Many Ancestors.

Macduff: What Three Things Does Drink Especially Provoke? Porter: Marry, Sir, Nose-painting, Sleep, And Urine.