Fools Are Not Mad Folks.

I Could Be Well Content To Entertain The Lag-end Of My Life With Quiet Hours.

Hamlet: Is This A Prologue, Or The Posy Of A Ring? Ophelia: 'tis Brief, My Lord. Hamlet: As Woman's Love.

When Devils Will The Blackest Sins Put On They Do Suggest At First With Heavenly Shows

For My Part, If A Lie May Do Thee Grace, I'll Gild It With The Happiest Terms I Have.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.