For Where Is Any Author

... And Death Unloads Thee.

Sigh No More, Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever,- One Foot In Sea And One On Shore, To One Thing Constant Never.

To England Will I Steal, And There I'll Steal.

What A Piece Of Work Is A Man, How Noble In Reason, How Infinite In Faculties, In Form And Moving How Express And Admirable, In Action How Like An Angel, In Apprehension How Like A God.

I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.