This Most Excellent Canopy, The

Methinks You Are My Glass, And Not My Brother: I See By You I Am A Sweet-faced Youth.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

Bid The Dishonest Man Mend Himself; If He Mend, He Is No Longer Dishonest.

Beauty's A Doubtful Good, A Glass, A Flower, Lost, Faded, Broken, Dead Within An Hour; And Beauty, Blemish'd Once, For Ever's Lost, In Spite Of Physic, Painting, Pain, And Cost.

Better A Witty Fool Than A Foolish Wit.