The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up

Many Can Brook The Weather That Love Not The Wind.

I Can Easier Teach Twenty What Were Good To Be Done, Than Be One Of The Twenty To Follow Mine Own Teaching.

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May, And As Gorgeous As The Sun In Midsummer.

You Taught Me Language, And My Profit On't / Is, I Know How To Curse