With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles

We Fail! But Screw Your Courage To The Sticking-place, And We'll Not Fail.

Fie, Fie Upon Her! There's Language In Her Eye, Her Cheek, Her Lip, Nay, Her Foot Speaks; Her Wanton Spirits Look Out At Every Joint And Motive Of Her Body.

Of One That Lov'd Not Wisely But Too Well.

That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

Whether 'tis Nobler In The Mind To Suffer The Slings And Arrows Of Outrageous Fortune, Or To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles, And By Opposing End Them?