Every Good Servant Does Not

Have Not Saints Lips, And Holy Palmers Too Ay, Pilgrim, Lips That They Must Use In Prayer.

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.

Life Is As Tedious As Twice-told Tale, Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.

'by Heaven, That Thou Art Fair, Is Most Infallible True, That Thou Art Beauteous Truth Itself, That Thou Art Lovely. More Fairer Than Fair, Beautiful Than Beauteous, Truer Than Truth Itself, Have Commiseration On Thy Heroical Vassal.

Will You Walk Out Of The Air, My Lord? Hamlet Into My Grave.