There Is Plenty Of Time To Sleep

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.

My Brain More Busy Than The Labouring Spider Weaves Tedious Snares To Trap Mine Enemies.

I Will Be Master Of What Is Mine Own: She Is My Goods, My Chattels; She Is My House, My Household Stuff, My Field, My Barn, My Horse, My Ox, My Ass, My Any Thing.

Why, Courage Then! What Cannot Be Avoided 'twere Childish Weakness To Lament Or Fear.

Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day? Thou Art More Lovely And More Temperate: Rough Winds Do Shake The Darling Buds Of May, And Summer's Lease Hath All Too Short A Date . . .