Shall I Compare Thee To

Ask God For Temp'rance. That's Th' Appliance Only Which Your Disease Requires.

That Is My Home Of Love: If I Have Ranged, Like Him That Travels I Return Again, Just To The Time, Not With The Time Exchanged.

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Valiant Never Taste Of Death But Once.

To You Your Father Should Be As A God.