Extremity Is The Trier Of

The Foole Doth Thinke He Is Wise, But The Wiseman Knowes Himselfe To Be A Foole.

She Speaks Poniards, And Every Word Stabs.

You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp.

He Took The Bride About The Neck And Kissed Her Lips With Such A Clamorous Smack That At The Parting All The Church Did Echo.

Nor Shall This Peace Sleep With Her; But As When The Bird Of Wonder Dies, The Maiden Phoenix, Her Ashes New-create Another Heir As Great In Admiration As Herself.