I Have Lov'd Her Ever

The Moon, Like To A Silver Bow New Bent In Heaven.

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

Methinks A Father Is At The Nuptial Of His Son A Guest That Best Becomes The Table.

O God, That Men Should Put An Enemy In Their Mouths To Steal Away Their Brains!" - Cassio (act Ii, Scene Iii)

The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our Mind. What Error Leads Must Err.