A Table Full Of Welcome Makes Scarce

There Live Not Three Good Men Unhanged In England; And One Of Them Is Fat And Grows Old.

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.

A Blind Man Can't Forget The Eyesight He Lost, Show Me Any Beautiful Girl. How Can Her Beauty Not Remind Me Of The One Whose Beauty Surpasses Hers?

Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent Made Glorious Summer By This Sun Of York; And All The Clouds That Lour'd Upon Our House In The Deep Bosom Of The Ocean Buried.

I Am Never Merry When I Hear Sweet Music.