Love For Thy Love ,

I'll Forbear; And Am Fallen Out With My More Headier Will To Take The Indisposed And Sickly Fit For The Sound Man.

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

When Holy And Devout Religious Men Are At Their Beads, 'tis Hard To Draw Them Thence; So Sweet Is Zealous Contemplation.

Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve Ever.

By The Pricking Of My Thumbs, Something Wicked This Way Comes.