Knit Your Hearts With An

We Go To Gain A Little Patch Of Ground That Hath In It No Profit But The Name.

Come Not Within The Measure Of My Wrath.

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.

O, Wonder! How Many Goodly Creatures Are There Here! How Beauteous Mankind Is! O Brave New World, That Has Such People In't!

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