Few Things Loves Better Than To Abhor

The King Hath Note Of All That They Intend, By Interception Which They Dream Not Of.

Such Men As He Be Never At Heart's Ease Whiles They Behold A Greater Than Themselves, And Therefore Are They Very Dangerous.

O, That Our Fathers Would Applause Our Loves, To Seal Our Happiness With Hteir Consents!

What If This Cursed Hand Were Thicker Than Itself With Brother's Blood Is There Not Rain Enough In The Sweet Heaves To Wash It White As Snow?

More Matter With Less Art.