My Mistress' Eyes Are Nothing Like The

I Sat Upon A Promontory, And Heard A Mermaid, On A Dolphin's Back, Uttering Such Dulcet And Harmonious Breath, That The Rude Sea Grew Civil At Her Song; And Certain Stars Shot Madly From Their Spheres, To Hear The Sea-maid's Music.

When Law Can Do No Right, Let It Be Lawful That Law Bar No Wrong.

Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor Ophelia, And Therefore I Forbid My Tears.

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

You Blocks, You Stones, You Worse Than Senseless Things!