Sometimes, Less Is More.

You Have Witchcraft In Your Lips

Oh! That You Could Turn Your Eyes Towards The Napes Of Your Necks, And Make But An Interior Survey Of Your Good Selves.

No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My Account With All My Imperfections On My Head.

Promising Is The Very Air O' The Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation.

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.