You Had Measured How Long A Fool

We Will Have Rings And Things And Fine Array

Do As The Heavens Have Done, Forget Your Evil; With Them Forgive Yourself.

Civil Dissension Is A Viperous Worm That Gnaws The Bowels Of The Commonwealth.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

Yet Mark'd I Where The Bolt Of Cupid Fell: It Fell Upon A Little Western Flower, Before Milk-white, Now Purple With Love's Wound, And Maidens Call It Love-in-idleness.