When Most I Wink, Then Do My

That But This Blow Might Be The Be-all And The End-all Here, But Here, Upon This Bank And Shoal Of Time, We'ld Jump The Life To Come.

And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

Men Should Be What They Seem.

In Delay There Lies No Plenty.

Preferment Goes By Letter And Affection, And Not By Old Gradation, Where Each Second Stood Heir To Th's First.