My Love Admits No Qualifying Dross

Fight, Gentlemen Of England! Fight, Bold Yeomen! Draw, Archers, Draw Your Arrows To The Head! Spur Your Proud Horses Hard, And Ride In Blood; Amaze The Welkin With Your Broken Staves!

Words Without Thoughts Never To Heaven Go.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

Why, There's A Wench! Come On, And Kiss Me, Kate.

Murder Most Foul, As In The Best It It; But This Most Foul, Strange, And Unnatural.