Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.

I Know A Lady In Venice Would Have Walked Barefoot To Palestine For A Touch Of His Nether Lip

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine. I Have Not That Alacrity Of Spirit Nor Cheer Of Mind That I Was Wont To Have.

For Sorrow Ends Not, When It Seemeth Done.

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water, Which Never Ceaseth To Enlarge Itself, Till, By Broad Spreading, It Disperse To Naught.

How Far That Little Candle Throws Its Beams! So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World.