Discomfort Guides My Tongue And

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.

Good Company, Good Wine, Good Welcome, Can Make Good People.

Why Should Honor Outlive Honestly? Orthello

Thou Ever Young, Fresh, Lov'd, And Delicate Wooer, Whose Blush Doth Thaw The Consecrated Snow

If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises, All Proofs Sleeping Else But What Your Jealousies Awake, I Tell You 'tis Rigor And Not Law.