There's Daggers In Men's Smiles.

He Is The Half Part Of A Blessed Man, Left To Be Finished By Such As She; And She A Fair Divided Excellence, Whose Fullness Of Perfection Lies In Him.

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

To Be, Or Not To Be, That Is The Question.