All Pity Choked With Custom Of Fell

What Drink'st Thou Oft, Instead Of Homage Sweet, But Poisoned Flattery?

But No Perfection Is So Absolute, That Some Impurity Doth Not Pollute.

Preferment Goes By Letter And Affection, And Not By Old Gradation, Where Each Second Stood Heir To Th's First.

Your Gentleness Shall Force More Than Your Force Move Us To Gentleness.

It Provokes The Desire, But It Takes Away The Performance