Superfluity Comes Sooner By White

How Many Cowards Whose Hearts Are All As False As Stairs Of Sand, Wear Yet Upon Their Chins The Beards Of Hercules And Frowning Mars, Who Inward Searched, Have Livers White As Milk!

Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.

O, Train Me Not, Sweet Mermaid, With Thy Note, To Drown Me In Thy Sister’s Flood Of Tears.

I Was Not Born Under A Rhyming Planet, Nor I Cannot Woo To In Festival Terms.

Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen Man.