Keep Up Your Bright Swords, For The

If Music Be The Food Of Love, Play On, Give Me Excess Of It; That Surfeiting, The Appetite May Sicken, And So Die.

Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe

If She Lives Till Doomsday, She'll Burn A Week Longer Than The Whole World.

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.