There Was A Star Danced, And Under

Sycorax Has Grown Into A Hoop

The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained

You Lie, In Faith; For You Are Call'd Plain Kate, And Bonny Kate And Sometimes Kate The Curst; But Kate, The Prettiest Kate In Christendom Kate Of Kate Hall, My Super-dainty Kate, For Dainties Are All Kates, And Therefore, Kate, Take This Of Me, Kate Of My Consolation; Hearing Thy Mildness Praised In Every Town, Thy Virtues Spoke Of, And Thy Beauty Sounded, Yet Not So Deeply As To Thee Belongs, Myself Am Moved To Woo Thee For My Wife.

There Is Nothing Either Good Or Bad But Thinking Makes It So.

The Love Of Heaven Makes One Heavenly.