Get Thee To A Nunnery.

Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And Land.

And Will He Not Come Again? And Will He Not Come Again? No, No, He Is Dead. Go To Thy Deathbed. He Never Will Come Again.

My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The Sun

Honesty Is Not The Best Policy - Merely The Safest

The Eye Of Man Hath Not Heard, The Ear Of Man Hath Not Seen, Man's Hand Is Not Able To Taste, His Tongue To Conceive, Nor His Heart To Report, What My Dream Was.