Thou Call'st Me Dog Before Thou Hadst

But She Makes Hungry Where She Most Satisfies.

The Brain May Devise Laws For The Blood, But A Hot Temper Leaps O'er A Cold Decree.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight, Which Therein Works A Miracle In Nature, Making Them Lightest That Wear Most Of It.

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.

Fill All Thy Bones With Aches.