Would I Were In An Alehouse In

Death, That Hath Suck'd The Honey Of Thy Breath Hath Had No Power Yet Upon Thy Beauty.

To Have Seen Much And To Have Nothing Is To Have Rich Eyes And Poor Hands.

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man, How Noble In Reason, How Infinite In Faculties, In Form And Moving How Express And Admirable, In Action How Like An Angel, In Apprehension How Like A God.

Heaven - The Treasury Of Everlasting Life.

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.