Thou Mak'st Me Merry: I Am Full

Ignorance Is The Curse Of God; Knowledge Is The Wing Wherewith We Fly To Heaven.

O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

We Have Seen Better Days.

Lovers Ever Run Before The Clock

There Are A Sort Of Men, Whose Visages Do Cream And Mantle, Like A Standing Pond; And Do A Willful Stillness Entertain, With Purpose To Be Dressed In An Opinion Of Wisdom, Gravity Profound Conceit; As Who Should Say, I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark!