Tears Harden Lust, Though Marble Wear With

Blow, Winds, And Crack Your Cheeks! Rage! Blow! You Cataracts And Hurricanoes, Spout Till You Have Drenched Our Teeples, Drowned The Cocks! You Sulphurour And Thought-executing Fires, Vaunt-couriers To Oak-cleaving Thunderbolts, Singe My White Head! And Thou, All-shaking Thunder, Strike Flat The Thick Rotundity O' The World! Crack Nature's Molds, All Germens Spill At Once That Make Ingrateful Man!

Time Travels In Divers Paces With Divers Persons. I'll Tell You Who Time Ambles Withal, Who Time Trots Withal, Who Time Gallops Withal, And Who He Stands Still Withal.

It Was Always Yet The Trick Of Our English Nation, If They Have A Good Thing, To Make It Too Common.

O Hell! To Choose Love With Another's Eye.

Old Fashions Please Me Best; I Am Not So Nice To Change True Rules For Odd Inventions.