Truly Thou Art Damned, Like

Love, Therefore, And Tongue-tied Simplicity In Least Speak Most, To My Capacity.

Frailty, Thy Name Is Woman!

On A Day - Alack The Day! - Love, Whose Month Is Ever May, Spied A Blossom Passing Fair Playing In The Wanton Air

A Fusty Nut With No Kernel.

Many Strokes, Though With A Little Axe, Hew Down And Fell The Hardest-timber'd Oak.