The Mind Of Guilt Is Full Of

The Sun With One Eye Vieweth All The World.

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

Ay, Much Is The Force Of Heaven-bred Poesy.

O That A Lady, Of One Man Refused, Should Of Another Therefore Be Abused!

If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us, It Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not.